I got a job. No, not just a job. I have been given an unbelievable opportunity at a place that can see my worth.
I am now the Office Manager at a local non-profit that works to preserve natural lands.
This is a salaried, with benefits, full-time, permanent position.
Can you believe it? Can you really believe it?
I still can’t believe it myself. It has been almost exactly a full year of resumes and rejection and silence. And within one week (I was interviewed Tuesday, hired Thursday), I land a job working alongside two infinitely positive, energetic, creative people, doing powerful work that will last generations.
(A deep sigh.)
This whole process has been something I preach and preach, but have a hard time listening to, namely, let go and it will come. Whatever “it” is – a partner, a job, an apartment, an acceptance – when you trust that something will come, it will. It will not come from where you expect. But it will come. This tactic has proven itself over and over again to me in romantic relationships, career moves, and friendships. If you release the expectation from situations, they breathe, flourish, and produce.
That’s exactly what happened here.
A few weeks ago, I called my best friend Mo while sitting in my car in the driveway and cried, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be here. I’m lonely. I’m bored. I’m depressed. I can’t do it.”
She told me, “Hannah, take this next month to apply to jobs – dream jobs and realistic opportunities. Give it one more shot. And at the end of the month, if nothing works out in Tennessee, come home.”
I did as she said and sent out probably thirty applications this month to positions all over the US. This position popped up last week. I applied and was almost immediately called in for an interview. Before I went into the interview, I challenged the Universe, “Look, it’s April 30th. This is Tennessee’s last chance. If I don’t get this, I’m heading back to New England.”
The timing was perfect. I had to call my landlord by May 3 to let her know if I was going to sign a yearlong lease or not. My best friend, Sally, had called me earlier in the day to let me know she passed her thesis and was moving home, so we could indeed live together! During my short wait, I realized the Universe was either setting me up perfectly for a life in Tennessee or it was dropkicking me out of here.
But I am here. I can inhale a deep breath and settle just a bit.
For you, my reader, whenever you are frantic about a certain outcome, remind yourself, “Something will come.” It may not be anything you could have expected, but the beautifully unpredictable is the only reason we continue to live. Also, you may think it’s easy for me to say this from the other side. But read my past entries and remember I have been frustrated and downtrodden for months. This mantra got me through.
Say it over and over until it becomes part of your breath:
Something will come.
Something will come.
Something will come…