After briefly looking for jobs in another industry, my husband had some sort of breakthrough. He began to miss directing funerals. He missed helping people. And, he missed the industry that he was entirely sick of not too long ago. Sure, working in a mortuary isn’t perfect. As we all know, no job is. But, while it isn’t perfect, it is reliable and well-paying. They can’t ship his job out of the country or force him to relocate. And unless people stop dying altogether, there’s only a slim chance that he could ever get laid off or downsized. It’s also a job that comes with a lot of perks that have nothing to do with money, like the ability to help people who are often experiencing the worst day of their lives. And, while my husband is awful at sales, he’s amazing with people who are hurting, afraid, and stressed out. Like it or not, the mortuary business is where his heart is. It’s where he belongs. And we’re lucky that it’s an industry that is almost always hiring.
After a week of looking, he was offered a job with similar pay, hours, and benefits about 30 minutes away from home. After what amounts to a three-month hiatus from the working world, we’ll soon pick up almost exactly where we began. That is, of course, except for one large, life-changing exception. We have to move.
Big mistakes have consequences
Since Greg’s new job requires that he be on call part of the time, we have to move. So, after countless tears and seemingly endless heartache, we put our house on the market. Because of the decisions we’ve made, we have to leave the home where we brought our daughters home from the hospital for the very first time. We have to leave the house we love, and the place where nearly all of our memories from the last six years have taken place.
And although we know that we’re only human and allowed to make mistakes, we now know that big mistakes, like this one, have consequences. We’ve learned that the grass isn’t always greener, and that sometimes you just have to learn to be happy with what you have, whether it’s your career or your car or your house.
The silver lining
The good news, I suppose, is that the move will take place before my oldest starts kindergarten next year. We’re also moving to an area with some of the highest rated schools in the state, and a place that I happen to like. In fact, it’s a place that we’ve often fantasized about living, but couldn’t because it would be too far from work.
My husband starts his new job next week. And he’s starting it with a new appreciation for everything that he has. No, his job isn’t perfect, but no job on Earth is. Every job has its perks and its downfalls. But sometimes it’s OK to be happy with what you have, instead of wishing for something different, or something more. We know that now, and we’re excited to put this all behind us and move on. And, at the end of the day, sometimes a job is just a job. We have each other. We have our family. We have our health. And, truthfully, those are the only things that ever mattered anyway.
Have you ever made a bad decision that altered the course of your life? If so, would you go back in time and change it?