This week: my second job interview in three months.
The second job I didn’t get. The second time someone said they would have loved to work with me, but another candidate was just that much more qualified.
A tragedy it’s not. I did my best. Times are challenging for everyone.
The saddest moments, also the ones where I nearly hug myself for happiness: I remember I get to keep writing.
When we moved to Spokane and I really needed a job, I got the same response on several tries. Finally one opening came (with some help from church friends) that turned out to be the best job I ever had. We’ll hope for the same for you!
I’ve been thinking about how wonderful the quality of resilience is.
You seem to have that, Deanna?
I want to nurture it more within myself, as I suspect it’ll be even more useful as we age than ever before.
Write, write, write on!
Virtual hug from me too.
Thanks for the encouragement. Resilient? Maybe. I can sure whine a lot, too. But I appreciate your thoughts and hugs very much.