Let's Dance

Tuesday brought me potentially one of the biggest and best opportunities in my professional life. All that was missing was the details.

Last night, HR called to see if we could set an appointmet to discuss the details.

I haven't had a lot of sleep lately. Between job-hunting, and my actual job, and everything else (wife, mom, au pair trainer, etc.), sleep seems to be the thing that keeps getting reprioritized. Last night, after meeting a couple enormous deadlines yesterday, I was exhausted and went to bed before midnight. Knowing that in the morning, I'd receive a call that could determine the course of the next phase of my career.

The radio alarm went off. It was playing the song "Rockabye" - "Everything is gonna be all right . . . " I felt that nervous rush, thinking about the call, but hit the snooze.

Nine minutes later, the alarm kicked on with "if you get the chance to sit it out, or dance . . . I hope you dance."

Ok, I'm getting the message.

So now, I'm showered, catching up on a few things, and waiting for the 8:30 call.

I've got my red shoes on people . . .

Let's dance.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife