Careful what you wish for…

Pssst.Not even a month after whispering to the world my not-so-secret longing for the shackles of a salary, the confines of a cubicle…I found my place.

I started this morning in a new office, not so deep in the suburbs as my last, after finally convincing myself that accepting this position didn't mean I'd failed as a freelancer. After realizing that nothing is perfect, but some opportunities are so close that it's worth ignoring the blemishes.

More soon. But this is big. I feel needed. I feel like I'm going to be challenged. My title makes me feel fancy and important. My mom sent flowers, and a friend brought me doughnuts. (Blueberry cake, if you must know.)

I leave Saturday for San Antonio, my first business trip in what feels like ages. The thought of someone else making my bed in the morning for four days, spending the day in conference rooms and meeting new people who know me only by the name on my badge and the crease of my suit pants… It's all exhilarating.

I went to the mall yesterday and bought a gold necklace with a tiny llama charm. "The llama has a high tolerance for persevering under a burden," a website tells me. "It's a symbol of endurance and balanced action."

Well, this gilded little beast may be a bit too ugly to replace the owl as my spirit animal, but it never hurts to keep him close to my heart. I wish you could just pull up a chair to my life for a while. I have so much to tell you. I know I keep saying that, but it's all I have time for right now. And that has to be enough. I have to let just coming here be enough.