Change shmange

Change.
President Obama used it and used it well to get himself to the top, but now the word has almost morphed meanings.
Regardless, I find myself in a stage of change, but perhaps a better word is blindsighted. In the span of about a week I have lost a pet (RIP Patti) and gained a much larger one, I have successfully escorted my best friend out of my world until January '10 and finally, I have come across a very unintended career that leaves me with new transportation, presumably better health, a blackberry, too much money and less free time. Summer makes this explosion slightly more catastrophic, as does the jump into adulthood.
This job has been a long time coming, but in the way that the horizon over the ocean is a long time coming: I thought it would never come, and wasn't really expecting it to. I just knew it existed and admired it from afar. Now that it is upon me, I'm ready to take on its challanges, but not without a certain moral hesitation.
First, money has nothing to do with my taking this job. Note: this is actually a positive point that has enabled me to move forward with the decision. I want the challenge of the job. Plain and simple. The idea of being at the bottom of the todem pole because I deserve to be there motivates me. About this I am excited.
However, a childhood dream of becoming a journalist has been cut short when it was very close to being realized. Granted, the reason for taking an "adult" job had to do with constant frustration related to waiting around for 20-somethings to die before I could move up the journalistic ladder, meanwhile editing writing sans heart/skill. But, nonethless, I can't help but think how satisfying it would have been to move. Up.
Since the two-week notice has been placed, the decision is made and life goals will inevitably change and the sprint to the end, while done on different turf, will be just as satisfying.
After all, it's all in the challenge ... right?