A nice change of pace

Ever feel like things are so happy and good that you wonder when the rug will get pulled out from under you? I can’t help but feel that way about work at this point. And who really ever gets to say that about their work? That’s one of the problems too, I don’t understand how it can be normal that I enjoy my work so much. And the fact that I actually enjoy all of the people that I work with. some of them, quite a bit actually. Despite my increased efforts over the last ten years to not make any new friends, I have made quite a few here at work. I feel very lucky to have connected to those that I have. One has brought a smile to my face almost since the first few days of my working here. I laugh more than once every single work day, oftentimes, it is much more than that, and full real laughter. Not that polite office laughter, but laughing to the point where my superiors might actually think I am not doing any real work (shhh, don’t tell them, but sometimes I’m not…like now) How do I reconcile this idea of such utter enjoyment at work with the common notions and ideas of what I know work to be. And how janky is it that feeling good about and at my work makes me feel apprehensive rather than just happy. I feel appreciated, I feel challenged, I feel like I belong to something bigger, and that I can only get better from here. It is refreshing to feel this way, hopefully I can just enjoy and not always be waiting for the other shoe to drop.