make your choice and be content

When Somebody and I returned from Idaho and I checked my email I discovered that I had been offered job from a company that I’ve wanted to work for for years. And it was a good offer. Somebody and I spent the rest of last weekend and the past three days talking about all our options and our plans for our future, and today I had to turn down the offer. I had been having the worst day—the kind of day where you are glad that you are in the car alone because you scream at everyone and everything around you. “Why are you going so slow?!?” “The light is greeeeeeen!” “Get out of my lane before I’m forced to ram into you and then kick your cat!” And so on and so forth. Well, I notified the company at the end of the work day today and immediately started smiling again. When I got back in the car it was all, “Oh, please, come right over into my lane.” And “oh, you just cut me off but it must be because you are rushing to a family emergency and I just hope everything turns out alright for you.” And “The black exhaust fuming from your large truck reminds me of sugar cookies and lollipops.” It’s nice to be so instantly rewarded for making the right choice.