This week I read two bits of wisdom on waiting. This is a timely message for me.I celebrated my first anniversary since moving to California last week. That brought on a serious case of reflection and gratitude. I thought about and reached out to all the friends and strangers who have helped me along the way. I even thanked an ex-boyfriend that hurt me for what he brought to my life before the time of hurt.
I also realized I have been applying for jobs here for nearly two years. Many, many, many jobs. Many rejections. A few -- some enviable -- interviews.
What was remarkable to me about this was that I thought of it as a neutral fact. Somehow my angst and frustration have subsided. I have even felt the addictive rush of knowing that opportunity may knock at any moment. The tingle that comes with believing my fortune can change for the better in an instant is bigger than the frustrations of working an unfulfilling, low-paying, for-now job and all the feelings that come with that.
Perhaps it's the time in my life. Perhaps it's being on the other side of a traumatic year. Perhaps it's being in the San Francisco Bay Area post-recession. This is a place of growth and innovation, creation and -- above all else -- possibility. I feel the pulse and it moves me.
So, I realized, when my ship does come in, when opportunity knocks and I get a chance to finally shine super brightly, things are gonna get busy. There will be flurry of activity. A new job, new routine, different commute, bigger paycheck opening new doors for better housing, new work-mates and friends, more decisions to make and things to learn. The expansive time will come again and be hectic and exciting.
So, for now, I can chill in the ebb of the tide. The calm. I can rest and get ready. Prepare, relax, and wait.
