The Winds of Change

My Change.

As I describe the transition upon me there are those of you out there that may think - oh that is all?

And that is okay. And frankly I wish I felt the same.

But that is not me.

I cling to what I know.

I am comfortable where I am.

I treasure my daily friendships.

And I know my stuff.

I know my numbers.

And I know my business.

Did you know aside from my passion for old furniture and unique treasures

I am a Finance Director?

I have financial responsibilities over four channels of a business.

I have been with the same company since college graduation.

I knew when I completed my degree where I wanted to work and I knew I was ready to start moving my way up the career ladder.

And that is exactly what I did.

Commissions Administrator to

Resource Analyst to

Financial Analyst to

Senior Financial Analyst to

Finance Manager to

Finance Director.

In total seventeen years and

six years in my current role.

This past year the winds of change have been whistling in my ear.

I worried.

I fretted.

I prayed.

And I started looking.

I received a call over the holidays for an 8 am interview the next day.

All night it snowed and snowed.

The alarm woke me in the early hours and I laid in bed thinking

"This Could Be The Beginning of a Big Change".

I took a deep breath and slid out of bed and when my feet hit the ground I was beginning the journey.

When I arrived I was greeted by two gentleman who put me at ease

and then

proceeded to question me for the next hour and half.

"What was your most recent failure?"

"What would your current manager tell us you need to work on?"

"What gets you out of bed in the morning?"

"What would you do if you were asked why is this product line not performing to expectation?"

They were polite and personnable and they were getting to know me.

The next week a call for another interview.

One step closer to Change.

It was three hours of interviews and talking.

Only two candidates left.

Both interviews complete.

Did they like me?

Am I ready

for

the

change?

One hour later I was sitting in the car with my hubby and my sweet girl and I get the phone call.

The ring sounded different to me.

I knew the next steps were happening quickly.

Faster than I thought.

Relief.

They liked me.

They picked me.

The job offer was made.

Anxiety.

Now I have a decision to make.

Scared.

What does this mean?

Emotional.

Can I close this chapter of my life?

Sadness.

How can I say goodbye?

Excitement.

A new adventure.

Overwhelmed.

Family is top priority, how can I juggle it all?

And I can go on and on.

And

then

acceptance.

Acceptance of the offer.

Acceptance of change.

To be continued. . . .