Seven and a half years ago, I moved to Laramie on a whim. At the time I was feeling a little "lost" and needed a change of pace and scenery. My older brother was attending Pharmacy school at the University of Wyoming, so I picked up and moved down closer to him. Really, I never planned on staying long. Shortly after moving here, I landed the job where I still remain today.
Little did I know that this job would shape my entire future. I was able to build a career, meet Brad and of course have my little blessing, Wyatt. All because of a split second decision. My position has always been a stressful one, however, in some ways I prefer that. I need a good challenge in my life. Then, everything changed two years ago when my
boss passed away in a work related accident. Even more responsibility was put on my shoulders at that time and our small company is still trying to adjust to the loss.
There have been times in these past couple of years that I've felt as though my job is sucking the life out of me. Both emotionally and physically. Occasionally, I have wondered how much longer and I can continue on here. Then, once in a blue moon, I feel as though a "sign" comes around to reaffirm my decision to stick with the company.
I was having a difficult day yesterday trying to play catch up from having Wyatt at work with me last week. Days like that, I really miss Steve more than normal. Then the mail came: