Nope, it's not my birthday. Yesterday marked my first "Back-to-work" day. I'm splitting my eight hour workweek into two afternoons - Wednesdays and Fridays - at least that's the arrangement for the time being.
The project I get to work on is really neat. I'm doing a painting (hopefully more than one) as part of a display booth with the aim of generating conversations on campuses revolving around the question "Does God Exist?" A bonus is I get to work at home. And did I mention, I get to paint?
My first day working was pretty nondescript. I feel like I should have gotten some fanfare or recognition for it. But I know God knows how big a step it felt like for me. And I believe He was applauding me from Heaven.
I feel like I'm re-entering work very cautiously. Partly because I'm testing the waters on how much I can handle. Partly because I don't have a clear vision of where to run with my life. So I'm taking baby steps. And I'm learning to be ok with that.
Anyway, in celebration of my return to work, Tim and I went to a local (and surprisingly quiet) pub to watch Mats Sundin play his first hockey game with the Vancouver Canucks. It was his first day back, too. And they won. =)
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Haha... congratulations Olive! =) And Happy New Year!
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