Working definitely has its ups and downs. Hopefully more ups than downs, but the last week has given me a serious headache.

I had actually applied for a position at a location closer to my house – much closer, in fact, cutting an hour of commuting out of my day. I wasn’t entirely sure it would turn out being the best decision for me, but I weighed the pros and cons and decided to at least put in for the transfer and see where life took me. Yesterday I found out I didn’t get the transfer. I certainly felt the sting of rejection, they selected someone else instead of me. That hurt. But my coworkers gave me hugs and said, “I’m sorry… but glad we get to keep you.” Today I looked around at the teasing going on around me, the comfortable chit-chat, and realized I felt relieved that I didn’t get the other job. It can be stressful and certainly has its struggles, but I am happy where I am. The people I work with really understand me… they ask about IVF and cheer me on, and they accept and understand Devin and what he is in my life. Also since my coworker lost her baby it is sometimes comforting to talk to her about our losses.

Not saying I couldn’t find this kind of connection elsewhere… but maybe right now I’m right where I need to be.