It’s quite possible that I won’t be staying up into the wee hours of the morning reading, writing, pinning, baking, or watching movies any longer. I happen to have the first of two job interviews this week, tomorrow. It’s been so long that I’m a little rusty with the interview process. I may even be a little rusty with my administrative skills. Hopefully, like riding a bike, it’ll all come back to me once I’m back in the saddle. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to go to bed at 9:30 or 10:00 to wake up at 5:30 to get ready for work.
I’ve grown accustom to being the boss of me. I pretty much do what I want these days. I call the shots and set the schedule and plan the priorities. And it has been refreshing and relaxing. 9 months of unemployed bliss. Naturally, I’ve been fairly broke but I’ve even gotten used to that. I’ve realized what I can actually live without. The thought of going back to work is equally as scary and rattling as getting laid off was. I always knew in the back of my mind that I would have to be working once again at something. Too young and too much energy, too much financial need to retire yet. I knew it was coming. And now that I’m looking at the blessed prospect of working again…or maybe I should call it being gainfully employed ( since it’s not as if I haven’t been working my butt off during my sabbatical) and I’m getting nostalgic.
I have loved these past 9 months. I’ve walked about two hundred miles. I’ve baked about 100 pies and about 600 butter tarts. I’ve read oodles of books. I’ve purged and organized the entire house. I’ve spent many lovely mornings or afternoons lollygagging with girlfriends. I’ve spend precious time with my mom. I’ve learned frugality. I’ve slept in and had days with absolutely no agenda. These are the best. I’ve had a riot experimenting in the kitchen with all sorts of recipes, sweet, savory, challenging and fun. I’ve had time to pursue hobbies and yet there are still many things I just didn’t get around to.
Once again, I may be getting way ahead of myself. An interview is not a job offer. However, it is the first step. To get the position you must start with an interview. And I have two this week before Christmas, which is in and of itself, surreal. Two interviews with organizations that require a statement of faith to be signed (narrows the playing field). Two interviews where I was referred by people I know or I wouldn’t have known about the position. Maybe it’s true, it’s not what you know but who you know. And by ‘who’ I’m talking about knowing the creator of the universe personally.
Inspite of my nervousness, I am grateful for the opportunities. I believe I’m ready to go back to work. I’m actually ready to do whatever God has planned for me. I know if I’m doing what He has lead me to do and what He approves off everything will be fine. It will be better than fine. God’s best isn’t ‘just fine’, it’s incredible. So I’m ready for where He leads. If neither of these opportunities is meant to be then I know He still has a plan for me. Not to panic. Not to worry. Not to be disappointed. I will work again. And it will be at the exact right time and the exact right company with the exact right position. And it will be grand. In the meantime… it’s Christmas this week.
The Red Plaid Apron 