When everything falls into a place.

footsteps of the Furies
2 min readSep 25, 2021

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September 25th

Well, on Friday I finished my medical tests for now — the last one was a chest X-ray (I am a smoker, unfortunately, so I was somewhat concerned) and again I received a clean bill of health. My lungs are normal for a person of my age, there are no inflammation spots, and my heart contour is normal. I feel really relieved by all the results of medical testing from the last several days, but I know I need to make some changes in my lifestyle to keep my health and energy, and sharp mind as I am getting older.

On Friday, I also received a phone call inviting me for a job interview Tuesday. It came from a company that I actively wanted to join several times. I have alerts set up on job search sites for this company and already send in my CV to them several times. The company has a stellar reputation in my city as an excellent place to work. It was built from the ground up in the 1990s, literally from a garage, by a couple of guys who starting making automation electronic solutions for manufacturing companies. Now it employs 300 people and has a very good reputation on the market, and is known for creating cutting edge technology and a family-like environment (and they also pay very well as far as the local job market goes). So, I will see how it goes during the interview on Tuesday, but I already feel pretty good about it — I have my foot in the door. An opportunity to change the workplace is all I need, especially with the realization that my current job is slowly killing me (with all the stress and chaos and absurdity of the management).

It seems that over the last few days a lot of good things happen to me. I keep my head on the level, but I do feel very positive vibes and am content with how my (sober) life is progressing. I don’t question those things anymore, I don’t question why positive and good things happen to me, I don’t question anymore if I deserve happiness. I let myself be happy and positive, it is a normal part of my life again that I regained after I stopped drinking.

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footsteps of the Furies
footsteps of the Furies

Written by footsteps of the Furies

“for they knew what sort of noise it was; they recognize, by now, the footsteps of the Furies”. Enjoying life on the road to recovery. Observing and writing.

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