Out with the old…

I start my new job on Monday. No-one was more surprised than me when I handed in my notice at Synapsys. I loved my job and I loved (most of) my workmates. I wasn't seriously looking for a new job, but when I saw the Programme Manager position for Regenerate Christchurch, I applied without even thinking about it. It's the perfect combination of what I am good at (managing things) and what I am passionate about (Christchurch recovery). 

It's frustrated me in the last couple of years that my job had become almost all-consuming – so intense that it didn't leave much room for side projects. I've blogged lots of times about cutting back, doing less, keeping life simple. I've done it, but I haven't liked it. I have seen all the amazing creative things going on around the city, but I haven't been able to get involved. I'm hoping this new job will give me a chance to get my sticky beak into some of that stuff now. I'm super excited about that! And of course nervous too … it's a hard transition to make going from being at the top of my game when I know what I'm doing, to knowing very little about the industry I'm moving into (urban planning). But I am ready for the challenge. 

I will really miss some parts of working at Synapsys – mucking in and getting things done together, knowing that when the shit hit the fan my workmates were there for me – professionally and personally. I must admit that I am surprised to find myself in the (rather large) Former Synapsys Employee Club. I thought I would be a lifer.

I'm not sorry to be leaving behind the timesheeting, the difficult clients, the travel, and most of all, trying to get things done on a shoe string with not enough time or staff. The past few years I've known I could do a better job every time if I had a bit more resource.  That's frustrating. I've had to learn to walk away from "just good enough" jobs. That's okay sometimes, but I didn't like that it had become the norm. 

So onwards and upwards for me! Eek!

Good Riddance (time of my life!)

Man it's been a busy few months. I feel like I have barely had time to breathe, let alone write anything. So this blog post is rather overdue!

Megan and I went to see Green Day in May. It was amazing. It's hard to find the words to describe what it means to me to have been there together, singing at the top of our lungs. For me, there is music, and there is music. Most of it I don't care that much about, but some music really means something. It's not just because the band is cool and the lyrics are good, but because of what it connotes. 

I started listening to Green Day the year I started university – 1995. It was a watershed year for me. I separated from my husband and made a decision that I needed to get serious about this growing up business – I had a 3 and 6 year old after all. Every day I would drop the kids off to school and pre-school, and then my day would be my own. I'd catch the bus to uni, and on the way, I'd plug into my Discman and switch my brain from Mum to independent young woman / student. The bus was like my transition zone, and Green Day was my companion in that transition. Green Day was the soundtrack to my changing life. 

Later, Green Day accompanied me while I struggled to get fit and lose weight – at first treadmill running with my Discman and then with my cherished iPod brick. It was always my go-to music to lift me up when I needed a boost. 

And of course my kids grew up listening to Green Day. It's something Megan and I had in common when she was an emo teen. It must have been horrifying for her to share her (very uncool) mother's taste in music. 

Being at the Vector "Spark" Arena together, singing along to every word, was powerful. It moved me to tears. And it was a really great concert – so epic to hear them live … I'd say one of the best times of my life.

Next post … all about the good riddance part…