I have never been one to have regrets in life. I refuse. It's just a waste of time. But I am the first to admit a poor decision. I'm happy (well, maybe not happy, but willing) to admit when I'm wrong. And certainly righting that wrong becomes a priority.
I took a bit of a risk back in April, taking a job I knew nothing about with a company I knew nothing about, in hopes that it would bring my family new opportunities. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good decision. And now I am back searching the job market - one of the few things in life that I truly despise (probably because I've done so much of it in the last four years).
Life is funny ... just when I think we've got it all figured out, something gets thrown at us that just shakes up our world. I thought this job was going to be the answer to all of our problems. And for a short time, it was. But ultimately, it became the new source of the same problems.
I know that we will be fine, I know that we will come out on top. We always do. But my biggest fear is that this is going to take everything out of our control. We've known since we moved to LA that this isn't "home". We've known that this is just a place to stay for a while. But I've always wanted the decision to move to be ours - not a result of something getting in our way. The fear that something as simple as a job search could end this adventure is rather overwhelming.
That all said ... we will move forward, one way or another. We will find our place. And it will be grand!
