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Left Work Smiling Today. Again.

In the past two weeks, I think my boss has given me more praise than she did over the eleven months I spent as her nanny. IF this is an accurate take on reality, there are two possible conclusions.

1. Nannying is clearly not my life-calling.
2. My boss places a higher value on business output than she does childcare.

I am pretty sure both are somewhat true, but let's focus on the first.

I don't think I was a BAD nanny, but I am relieved to no longer be one. I wonder how much of my current job-happiness is still about the novelty of it and how much I'll retain over the long-haul. If my boss keeps telling me every. single. day. how glad she is to have me around, I think that the happiness will linger. 

It is a great thing to feel good at my job. And I feel the freedom to ask six thousand questions while I get the hang of how it all works. This is the first time in my adult life I've had a job where I feel potential and safety and confidence and freedom-from-anxiety all at the same time. Some of this is because of internal factors and some of it is external stuff and I'm gonna take it and enjoy this.

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