At last: definite, final, triple-checked decisions. In a few days, the staff will each have their 15-minute appointment where they will receive the letter telling them where their new work assignment will be, should they choose to go.
This morning, DH called me to share how everyone drew straws, to find out the order in which they will receive their letters. Some day next week, my man is will be the first to go into the office to meet with the bosses.
DH might get this news on his birthday after all (Good thing I did not place a bet against it)!
Will we be shifted to a location in the next county, somewhere else in the Southeast, or to somewhere where the cost of living is beyond our current means? Don't go there, Smitty.
Now comes the focus on Step Eleven, praying for acceptance...as we face the imminent news of DH's next job placement. Let me continue to see the good in our situation, regardless of the outer realities (economic, interpersonal, political).
Praying for inner peace, while knowing there will be emotional waves. To ride. To ride. Breathe just, breathe.