Werk It Girl

Tomorrow I start my new job.

It’s a strange mix of excitement, nervousness, and a pinch of apprehension I’m feeling as I go through my nightly routine and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow my employment at The Cincinnati Insurance Company becomes official. This is a company my father worked for directly after graduating from college, before investing into his own agency. This is a company my grandfather worked for, for 26 years, where he started the casualty department. The connection this company has to my family’s history runs deep.

Believe it or not, this is also a field I told my dad I would “never” work in when I was younger.

While my family can attest to the fact that insurance is a great career path to consider, I always wanted to be an artist. I wanted to have a job that allowed me to be creative every day. And I found that dream job with Abode – a place I never wanted to leave.

And then I blinked, and I was almost 29-years-old with a mortgage, car payment, bills, health insurance, and a wish list of world traveling to do in the next 30 years. So when the opportunity with Cincinnati Insurance Company presented itself to me, I had to have a long, hard talk with myself.

There’s nothing wrong with trying something just because it’s not what you envisioned your life to look like. That’s something I’ve been learning during this past decade of life.

It’s wonderful to have dreams and grow up with big expectations for yourself. But I think it’s also okay to be happy with the accomplishments you’ve made, even if they aren’t what you always thought life would look like.

So yes, my day-to-day will look a little different, and I will miss those 100-year old floorboards at Abode, desperately. But I will help Cort, whenever I’m home, for as long as she’ll have me. And I will allow myself to be proud because this choice was hard but it’s going to be so very, very good for me.

Who says I can’t have both, anyways – the practical career and the art? No one’s taking my paintbrushes away!