gone to heaven

There comes a point or two in every workday now where I am wanting to cry out, Is this real life?  

It happens when I gaze out the bank of windows closest to my desk at big trees and dog walkers.  It happens when I walk in every morning to a chorus of Good Mornings, at atmosphere so warm and so very opposite of the place I came from.

And it certainly happened yesterday when I came across this in the kitchen of my new office.

That's right: a labeled drawer full of chocolate.

I was on the hunt just then, mid-afternoon, for a little something a couple of hours after lunch, never imagining that an entire drawerful of chocolate is what I would find. That the drawer was labeled just made me jump around. It's just so good to be somewhere organized, neat, thoughtful, pretty.

Every day since I started this new job, on every single one of five days I've spent in the office so far, I've really thought, this is Heaven.   I've been a little struck-dumb at my own good fortune, all while knowing that it had nothing to do with good fortune or luck and everything to do with work, steady, focused, consistent. Every day I've had this feeling that everything I've done up til now has been preparation to arrive at this precise place with these exact people to do this exact work.  

And boy, that's sweet.

After two years of not being happy, how wonderful to step into a role in which my precise skills are needed and desired, and in which I know I can make a big difference.

So sweet.

Even sweeter, actually, than a drawer full of chocolate which, so you know, I photographed and then closed, happy just to know it's there, for later, when I might really need it.  

Life is heaven, and all the better for knowing that I drove myself here, to this place. I'm reveling in it, soaking it in, and savoring the sweetness.