I miss my old job
It hit me this morning how much I miss working at the church.
The creative freedom I was given.
The amount of actual free time.
I miss the music. I miss playing the music. I miss prepping to do a Sunday morning.
I miss the people. I miss working towards a goal, one that was bigger than us!
I'd always thought the grass was greener in other places...while it's true in a sense, I do miss the familiar dull green.
The creative freedom I was given.
The amount of actual free time.
I miss the music. I miss playing the music. I miss prepping to do a Sunday morning.
I miss the people. I miss working towards a goal, one that was bigger than us!
I'd always thought the grass was greener in other places...while it's true in a sense, I do miss the familiar dull green.