I thought it would be easy.
I’d get to California and I’d quickly find a good job. Thought I’d be done paying my debt. That I would have my coaching business running successfully. Thought I’d be feeling in flow, connected, like everything was falling into place.
Finding a job here in Cali has been ridiculously difficult. I’m talking even finding a basic job as a waitress to get me some kind of income has been an ordeal.
People have been giving me the run-around. I interview once, they say come back a second time. I interview a second time, they say come back a third time to meet some other manager who was on vacation and then wait for a call back to do a working interview for an hour so they can see if you’re a right fit. WHAT!?
I’ve interviewed for a position in social work. I’ve also got the run around here.
“Oh we’ll send you your official offer via email.”
One week later. NOTHING.
Follow up. 3 days later finally get the paperwork.
Complete the paperwork. Go get finger prints. Go get drug tested. Go get TB test.
One week later: “Have you received all the necessary information for a start date?”
– “Oh, I’m sorry for the delay. I’ll go check on that for you.”
This has been almost a month long process with this company!
ORDEAL, I tell ya.
So as I wait my bank account sits and stares at me like “Bitch, we’re getting slim here.”
Debt is increasing not decreasing as I impatiently wait for the universe’s moving parts to just MOVE so I can get a handle on my situation.
Times like these, when life takes a total turn that is so different from what you had originally imagined, is when I begin to question faith.
“I thought I was called here. I truly felt that. But right now I just want to throw in the towel and give up. Should I go back to the east coast? I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back to the bitter cold. But I also don’t want to live here stressed begging for employment and accepting crumbs from jobs I don’t even want but am forced into because the doors I keep knocking on don’t open. How am I supposed to move forward and feel happy when I keep getting silence, rejections, closed doors? It’s like fighting a losing battle here.”
I keep telling myself this is only temporary. This is only a chapter and not the whole story.
I keep telling myself to calm the fuck down. It’s only been a month and 2 weeks.
What is the lesson here…
Not everything goes as planned. DEAL WITH IT. ADAPT.
Not every success happens over night. IT’S A PROCESS.
Is it annoying? YES.
Is it frustrating? YES.
Build frustration tolerance. Build patience.
Sometimes, like a slingshot, you gotta go backwards before moving forwards.
Maybe I was naive in my thinking when I thought everything would be as smooth as silk.
I am constructing a new life, in a new city, in a new state.
It’s a major project.
And projects take time.
I must direct my focus on what I do have.
Support from my family. Support from my friends.
My health. A roof over my head. Food to eat. Clothes to wear. An internet connection to complain on. To process on. To create and share my story on.
I’m blessed when I really look at it.
I have to let go of the stress and stop trying to rush my life.
I am going to get over this hump, and I will find myself in better ground.
I just need to accept that the only way through is through this particular dark tunnel right now. Once I’m past it, the light will be waiting for me on the other side along with all the things I’ve journeyed so far to reach.
Such is life.
*image credit to doghousediarias, found on pinterest