So I received an angelic phonecall today. I answered the ringing of my cell phone (sidebar: I don't recognise the ring of my phone because it's new to me, and in that same vein, I have been giving people the wrong number because I memorized it wrong...part of the adjustment I guess) to hear a voice telling me that they were offering me a position at the Big Trees Nursery in Kanarraville. I start next Wednesday and I'm really excited to learn the ropes of botany in a trial-by-fire experience (my favorite kind).
Now I just have to figure out how I'm supposed to make the weddings and vacations and everything else I've been committed to before now. I'm sure it'll all work out in the end, right?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The End of the Beginning Beginning at the End
There is really no such thing as a "break" in life. One thing ends and another thing starts, and more often than not, several things will overlap making life feel like some kind of ridiculous time warp that is not really a journey, but a series of destinations with varying degrees of difficulties, advantages, and obstacles to overcome.
My last speaking opportunity (which, ironically, will serve as the first of many, many talks to come)--aka, homecoming--was today. It was great to have all the family there. A former employer came, and relatives I barely know showed up. It's always good to feel supported. My more caustic side asks, "Where were all those letters for the last 18 months?" But in reality I am just grateful for all that I did have, and knowing those people were praying makes a big difference.
I snuck off to my singles' ward following the meeting at the home ward. It was bizarre. Most of the people I knew/my age are gone now. The only people who recognized me for the most part were the bishopric and other people assigned to the ward. It was really trippy. I think mostly it's hard to grasp the fact that I am actually single and eligible (whereas I've been off the market for the last 18 months), not that I feel very datable, but that's a different story altogether, now isn't it?
Tomorrow I begin the job hunt with Jamie. We both need work and both have bills to pay, so hopefully we will come out on top. We're not expecting success in a single day, but we are hoping for good leads and decent possibilities.
My last speaking opportunity (which, ironically, will serve as the first of many, many talks to come)--aka, homecoming--was today. It was great to have all the family there. A former employer came, and relatives I barely know showed up. It's always good to feel supported. My more caustic side asks, "Where were all those letters for the last 18 months?" But in reality I am just grateful for all that I did have, and knowing those people were praying makes a big difference.
I snuck off to my singles' ward following the meeting at the home ward. It was bizarre. Most of the people I knew/my age are gone now. The only people who recognized me for the most part were the bishopric and other people assigned to the ward. It was really trippy. I think mostly it's hard to grasp the fact that I am actually single and eligible (whereas I've been off the market for the last 18 months), not that I feel very datable, but that's a different story altogether, now isn't it?
Tomorrow I begin the job hunt with Jamie. We both need work and both have bills to pay, so hopefully we will come out on top. We're not expecting success in a single day, but we are hoping for good leads and decent possibilities.
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