It's Monday, again. Today we've been here three weeks. I was so sure that I'd have a job that first week. Seems like an eternity ago.
But this morning I feel confident. Maybe it's the phone interview I had with a large healthcare company this morning. All that "talking about myself and my accomplishments". I'd be a valued employee no matter where I end up. I just don't know how not to succeed professionally. (it's the personally that I have issues with LOL) I'm feeling full of myself. I guess that's what I need, right? More positive, less negative.
I continue to apply for jobs. It's become my "job." Walt heads off to work, and I scour the internet for job opportunities. Wish it paid....I'd be rich.
I KNOW something is going to happen soon. I can feel it. I'm not asking for the world, just a good job in which I can excel and succeed. Not asking for much.
Dear Lord, thank you for the time Walt and I spent together this last weekend; thank you for all the blessings and for the gifts we have; please watch over our friends and family, and let them know in their hearts how much they mean to us; Watch over Walt as he is at work and driving through town; I have faith that you'll guide me into the right job;
In Your Loving and Giving Hands I Pray.....Amen.
Happiness means to me: puppy kisses in the morning; another beautiful day; Love from my best friend and husband; having friends; coffee that tastes so darn good; gifts to be grateful for.
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