When One Door Closes, There’s Always the Window

In a recent attempt to take back my life, I applied for a part-time job that would have marked somewhat of a career change for me. Though it was still in the field of higher education, it was in publicity and marketing, which would have been a shift from the direct student service I’ve provided for the past 16 years. Last week, I found out that I didn’t get the job.

I won’t bother agonizing over why or why not. I know I had relevant creative experience and the writing skills to do the job. I feel confident that the interview went well. The bottom line is that, clearly, they felt someone else was a better fit and candidate. The trouble is that now I’m back to square one.

I admit that while the creative nature of the position appealed to me, the bigger draw was that it was part-time with full benefits, a rarity nowadays. I wanted so much to be able to slow down the pace of life, to have time to tend to my long-neglected, well, everything. Plus, I have this little dream of opening a small business next year, which seems impossible as long as I’m giving 10 hours a day, five days a week, to my current job.

It’s tough when you have a vision for how you want your life to be, but you just don’t know how to get there. Obstacles seem to keep blocking the path and you can’t find a way around them. The result is the frustrating feeling of being stuck.

Someone suggested that perhaps this perceived stuckness is a dormant phase, which sometimes happens and is necessary, for reasons we cannot see at the time.  During this phase it’s critical to have faith, to keep hanging in there while our psyches, spirits, and minds process, absorb, and transform in preparation for the next phase of our life.

As for not getting the job, it’s said that when one door closes, another opens. Sometimes, though, we need to remain in the room for a while. Doing so requires faith, patience, and the ability to trust that our lives are unfolding exactly as they are meant. This is especially critical when it feels like the four walls are closing in and suffocating us.

On the other hand, there’s always the window. I’ve been known to climb out a few in my time.

 

 

What a Difference a Day Makes

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Yesterday:

  • Husband unemployed
  • Grandmother in hospital
  • Super nervous about implementing an important training this week
  • Exhausted from getting no sleep the night before due to insomnia, which prompted me to go downstairs to read at 3:00 AM, which led to the discovery that my teenaged son had snuck out of house

'Come look at this, hon!...Either your son has snuck out of the house again, or he's turned into a rubber chicken.'

Today:

  • Husband offered a job – yay!
  • Grandmother home from the hospital -yay!
  • Day one of training a success – yay!
  • Well-rested – yay!
  • Son grounded and sentenced to yard work – lucky to be alive

Lesson learned: There’s always tomorrow, so hang in there.