In a little over a week, my employer will have moved offices to our new home in The Gulch, an area defined loosely by what parts of town it is not instead of what it actually encompasses. The office(s) are moving off of Music Row and into this trendy neigborhood, of little surprise to me given that my previous employer was in the Germantown neighborhood, so I have grown accustomed to working in a mixed-use area. If I am lucky, I will be able to avoid working in an office park for the rest of my career. It is not that I have anything against traditional cubicles, bad art on the walls and carpet that could be used to shield tank -- it is just that I have not had to deal with it in quite a while. My first professional job was attached to a warehouse, so even it had its own brand of character.
Workspaces are interesting things. My home desk is actually an upgrade from what I had when we first moved to this apartment. I find myself actually wanting to spend time at it now that it is not just a rolling computer cart with a monitor perched atop it. Before, I would bounce aimlessly from here to the couch, try to watch television without losing IQ points (a futile endeavor) or simply pick up a game controller. I actually have been able to do freelance work faster, finish up things I might have left over from the office, or tinker around with my own projects. A good work space is so important, so I am very happy for the pending upgrade.
But it does mean some adjustments. It is closer to home, so I can be at the office a bit earlier (maybe five minutes or so) without changing my morning routine. On the flip side, there are more questions about parking than answers right now, so I may have to change things up just to make sure I get a spot in the same zip code. I guess I will find out how that works later. Being under the same roof means I will actually get to be around co-workers that I usually only see once or twice a week. I will likely drive somebody crazy with random wanderings around the office or coffee/Coke runs just to get up from my desk that is not already accustomed to this behavior. So, changes.
The season is finally changing. A mild winter is giving way to a pleasant spring, but likely a sweltering summer. I am getting older, in spite of efforts to the contrary. I am probably one of few sub-30 year-olds that own a blood pressure cuff because my doctor wanted to me to start monitoring it. I do not consider myself unhealthy, but at the same time I am hardly an athletic specimen. Financial goals get easier to chase down when you feel like you have them cornered. I do not have student loan debt as of this month, and neither will Samantha in a short time. I have a reliable (albeit with minor hail damage) car now that I am proud of, and it too will be paid off either late this year or early next. My hockey team took down the Red Wings tonight, tightening up the race for the division and what could determine seeding for the playoffs. It was a big game that saw lots of ups and downs, back and forth.
Change happens faster than I usually expect.
The year has taught me to try and be more patient (in spite of thinking I was already fairly accustomed to that). Part of that patience comes from disengaging a bit from trying to drive everything that I want to change and instead learn a bit more about why things are the way they are first. This is both true in the professional sense and in an interpersonal one. If every challenge you face is like a puzzle, it always pays off to study the damn thing before you try to rip it to pieces in order to "solve" it.
If you think back to some of those brain teaser puzzles -- the tangled chain links, etc. -- that easily come apart once you figure out the trick, you realize that they were specifically designed to make it harder on you the harder you were on them. Work problems are like this. Relationships with friends and family are, in some ways, like this. It can be insanely frustrating and feelings may get hurt, but persistent yet calm effort wins out. The only alternative is to just throw away the puzzle. The life lesson may be missed if that happens, so avoid doing that.