this post may seem a bit late to you, but my weekend started a little earlier and is going on for a bit longer. you see, i left my job early last week and am taking some time before i start my new gig. often on blogs we talk about being "real". how showing certain snippets of our life can create a certain portrait that isn't entirely accurate. sometimes, perhaps, it's intentional and for the wrong reasons. lying to our readers is just like lying to yourself - if they believe your life is perfect, maybe you will, too. and sometimes, perhaps, it's intentional for the right reasons. so while i think my blog has a pretty good mix, i intentionally have not discussed my job on here. i've never said where i work or what i do, and when some readers have asked i've simply let the question go. i don't talk about it because i simply do not want any record of my thoughts or feelings about my work on the internet. plain and simple. so let me say just this, this once:
i left my job because my boss treated me very poorly.
i love what i do, and am excited to head on to another opportunity where i will do similar work with different people. and if not talking about how this huge part of who i am (my livelihood) has adversely affected my life for the past year or so and has created an unrealistic portrait, oh well. i have nothing to hide, just a few things i'd like to hide from the internet.
this past summer, i had dinner and drinks with anna and molly, fellow bloggers. this summer was my lowest point, and that day had been particularly bad. since i see molly regularly as she lives in nyc, my troubles at work were only new to anna, who lives in boston, and she listened patiently as i took her through the whole story. but after that we talked and laughed, ate good burgers, had some nice wine, enjoyed the beautiful weather, and i, thankfully, decompressed with the help of my friends. yet if anna hadn't visited nyc, she never would have known.
i suspect we all have things in our life that we'd gladly talk about with our readers, we'd just prefer to not have the conversation on the internet. and you know what - that's ok. it doesn't make you inauthentic, or a liar, or a pretender. and i'm sure if i met more of my regular readers in person, we'd both get a deeper, fuller and richer picture of one another's lives. so if you're ever in nyc, or if i'm in your neck of the woods, let's talk. preferably over some hot chocolate with a homemade marshmallow on a rainy day like this.