In November, a job opportunity fell into my lap. It was one of those random out-of-the-blue questions from my pre-kids/Boston law firm working days: "Hey, I know someone looking for a paralegal in your neck of the woods. Can I give him your name?" I shrugged and said sure, because even though I wasn't necessarily looking, it is always a good idea to hear what's available out there.
And that turned into an e-mail introduction.
Which turned into a legit 3-hour interview at the company.
It sounded like a good fit for me. I'd be learning a new type of law, coming up with my own systems and processes for doing things, working with a lot of autonomy, and being able to grow and develop. The pay increase was minimal (less than $5,000/year more), but it wasn't a pay cut.
So around the holidays, I was basically in limbo. Would I hear from the new company? Did I even *want* a new job? What about all I had accomplished in 4+ years where I was? Was I willing to walk away from all that to start over?
The holidays came and went with no word. Which I figured, it being the holidays.
And then, sure enough, I got word that first full week of January. The job was mine if I wanted it.
I waited for the official offer letter to come, and once I received it, I made my decision.
I told my boss, and my boss's boss on a Friday. I had accepted a position elsewhere. My last day would be January 31st.
But then came the curveball.
After the weekend, when I came back into work on Monday, I received a counteroffer to stay from my company. I felt flattered. And appreciated. And understood that some higher-ups had stuck their necks out for me. Because they honestly didn't want me to leave.
It was a decision I really needed to think about.
Should I walk away from a 4-year position that I built and honed? Should I leave my great co-workers and clients? Should I take a chance on something new? What if it wasn't what I expected?
So I went with the Sure Thing. I stayed.
Today, looking back, I know I made the right decision. I have renewed energy for my job. I'm determined to get shit done. I feel appreciated, which in turn makes me want to work harder and better.
It's all good.