All this job searching business has me knotted up inside. It's got me emotionally binging, irreverently sleeping and ridiculously unfocused. The worst part of it all is how inadequate I feel compared to my competition. Oh inadequacy--it is a heavy feeling.
There are times in our lives when we really would rather not do what we have to do. This whole job searching thing is one of those times.
Some people see the job search as an adventure. It's like the ambiguity feeds their ambitious, tenacious minds.
I, on the other hand, see it as a steep, deathly precipice that can neither be crossed nor conquered. I know. Woe is me, right?
In truth, I think I've had it pretty easy. Too easy, in fact.
While I have had to work for things before in my life, I've almost always been blessed to achieve the opportunities I pursued. Sweat, tears and sleepless nights were invested, but I don't recall being deprived of much. And most of the time, I can give 90% and still beat out the others. What can I say? When I want to be, I can be quite persuasive. (Please forgive my arrogance).
However, I feel I've reached a point in my life where 90% isn't gonna cut it anymore. In fact, it's gonna cut me. Right out of the game it's gonna cut me. This is hard to admit considering the fact that I'm not accustomed to losing. It's not that I'm a bad sport. Really, I'm not. I'm quite encouraging of my competition. I just wish I could slip into the next chapter of my life with ease, grace--and quickly!
But alas, I am forced to look forward completely unsure of what will happen. I feel out of control--like I'm not capable of choosing what comes next. It's like I'm waiting for God to plop the answers in front of me. C'mon, Hay-suess, where's the roadmap? Aren't I entitled to some sort of key?
Maybe that's my problem. The fact that I feel so entitled. That's gotta be the reason for my disappointments. What ever happened to work ethic, persistence and faith?
I should stop being such a sissy. As soon as something gets hard, scary or intimidating I run to my blog and write about how rough my life is.
After that I continue whining, eat chocolate chip cookies and mexican food, and watch Modern Family.
Ha!
What a pathetic excuse for a college grad who's been blessed with oodles of awesome talents, opportunities and the like.
Shakespeare definitely knew what he was talkin' about, for woe is me.
There are times in our lives when we really would rather not do what we have to do. This whole job searching thing is one of those times.
Some people see the job search as an adventure. It's like the ambiguity feeds their ambitious, tenacious minds.
I, on the other hand, see it as a steep, deathly precipice that can neither be crossed nor conquered. I know. Woe is me, right?
In truth, I think I've had it pretty easy. Too easy, in fact.
While I have had to work for things before in my life, I've almost always been blessed to achieve the opportunities I pursued. Sweat, tears and sleepless nights were invested, but I don't recall being deprived of much. And most of the time, I can give 90% and still beat out the others. What can I say? When I want to be, I can be quite persuasive. (Please forgive my arrogance).
However, I feel I've reached a point in my life where 90% isn't gonna cut it anymore. In fact, it's gonna cut me. Right out of the game it's gonna cut me. This is hard to admit considering the fact that I'm not accustomed to losing. It's not that I'm a bad sport. Really, I'm not. I'm quite encouraging of my competition. I just wish I could slip into the next chapter of my life with ease, grace--and quickly!
But alas, I am forced to look forward completely unsure of what will happen. I feel out of control--like I'm not capable of choosing what comes next. It's like I'm waiting for God to plop the answers in front of me. C'mon, Hay-suess, where's the roadmap? Aren't I entitled to some sort of key?
Maybe that's my problem. The fact that I feel so entitled. That's gotta be the reason for my disappointments. What ever happened to work ethic, persistence and faith?
I should stop being such a sissy. As soon as something gets hard, scary or intimidating I run to my blog and write about how rough my life is.
After that I continue whining, eat chocolate chip cookies and mexican food, and watch Modern Family.
Ha!
What a pathetic excuse for a college grad who's been blessed with oodles of awesome talents, opportunities and the like.
Shakespeare definitely knew what he was talkin' about, for woe is me.
I couldn't have put it better myself. Sometimes life is so much rougher than we think and we've been in the Fourth Watch too long. Keep on keeping on, Katie! You totally got this because you are persistent, full of faith, and talent.
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