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Adventure isn't hanging on a rope off the side of a mountain. Adventure is an attitude that we must apply to the day-to-day obstacles of life—facing new challenges, seizing new opportunities, testing our resources against the unknown and in the process, discovering our own unique potential.
- John Amatt organizer and participant in Canada's first successful expedition to the summit of Mt Everest.

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I'm not atop the world's highest mountain, but I feel like I'm a few thousand feet in the air. It's amazing what two job offers, a job acceptance, and a resignation can do for a person's mood and future outlook.

I accepted an offer from an international company this morning to be a senior communications specialist for their internal corporate communications. I got a huge pay boost, and a huge ego boost to boot. It's nice to feel appreciated and wanted.

I'm sure as the next few weeks pass, I'll start worrying about all the details involved with switching jobs—insurance, no vacation prospects for awhile, logistics of child care and parenting duties, and so on. I'll also start doubting my abilities to competently do the new job. I'll worry about the long commute and my unreliable car and gas prices. I'll miss my coworkers (at least the ones who weren't eager to remind me about not letting the door hit me in the backside on the way out).

But for now, borrowing a philosophy a friend adopted a few weeks ago when she received good news, I'm just going to savor the moment. I'm going to enjoy the fact that out of all the applicants in this tough job market, from all the applicants from all over the country who wanted this position...they chose me. The "I'm not worthy" bow can wait.

My face hurts from smiling.

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