Yesterday, I had a dentist’s appointment.
It’s a strange way to mark time–the time in between your dentists appointments–but as I hopped on the subway to head downtown yesterday, I realized that a lot can change in the time between dentist’s appointments, and it’s usually a pretty regular interval.
When I saw my dentist six months ago, I was still employed. The sale of my company had been announced, and I knew there was a chance a layoff was in my future. I was worried about the future, but I took one day at a time. It was all I could do. When I made that dentist’s appointment for yesterday, I had no idea that I wouldn’t be cutting out of work a little bit early to get there, that I’d be leaving from my apartment. I still felt guilt for the work I was leaving behind yesterday when I went to the dentist, but it was on my own timetable.
Six months before that, I was relatively new at my job. I was four months in, and I was happy with the job I had and the life I’d created for myself.
Seven months before that (oops), I had just turned 27. I was freelancing full-time in between jobs. The job that took most of my time wasn’t the most exciting or fulfilling, but it paid well and gave me time to plot my next move.
Six months before that, I was at a job that I was incredibly frustrated at. The subject matter wasn’t interesting to me, and I didn’t see any room for growth.
In these past two years, there’s been an awful lot of change in my life (especially professionally), but looking back and looking at how much things can change for the better in six months is encouraging. “This, too, shall pass,” is what my mom always says. I’ve also learned how to live my life in as full a way as possible so that if one area of my life is lacking, it doesn’t bring down the rest of my life. (At least, not all the time.)
Six months from now, I hope to be writing about how well the first few months at the awesome job I started at are going. How I beat my goal time for my marathon. A lot can change in six months, and I’m choosing to look at that in a positive way. I’m also hoping to not write about my dentist appointment again in six months.
I allow myself the occasional pity party, and then I pick myself up by my bootstraps (or shoelaces, as the case may be) and do something about it. And I find little things that make me happy.
Like a run home, running from the tip of Manhattan, past the gorgeous New York Harbor at sunset, looking at the Verrazano Bridge and thinking how excited I am to see it on November 6.
And a quick but delicious meal of whole wheat pasta with spinach, garlic, tomatoes and chicken sausage.
Oh, and I didn’t have any cavities.
How has your life changed in the past six months and where do you see yourself six months from now?