By: Kel Amstutz
March 13, 2017
Guess who's back.... Back again... (Sorry, showing my old age with Eminem)
I can honestly say that looking at the calendar today, I can not believe that it is already March. Sometimes, (yea, maybe the older I get but hush) it seems like I blink, literally, and the year is half over already! I used to blame it on the birthday mash at the beginning of the year, I mean, we have Dad's birthday in January, our oldest in February, my Uncle, my Brother and my Grandma in March, my Youngest in April, my Hubby in May - yikes... then it is calm for a bit.
But, seriously, I can not get over that it is already March.
Life is good.
I know that you all could see the struggle #itwasrealyall that I have been dealing with for the past year or so, trying to find my way in this life, trying to find my purpose. I learned a great deal through the journey, which is amazing because honestly, it has made me that much more grateful #truestory. I honestly said, like to myself, but still...God, it is in you hands.
Then I stopped.
- I stopped trying to find a job
- I stopped looking
- I just stopped and I trusted
Crazy, right! It's OK if you think so, because at the time, I thought so myself, but what else could I do. I knew that my purpose was more. I knew that whatever I was suppose to be doing, I just was not. And please, do not get me wrong, I was subbing, on a very part time basis, which was incredible. I will never discredit that, because I had the time of my life, honestly.
- But, I wanted more.
- And I was not getting that part.
- And truth be told, going back to school to finish for my teaching cert was just not an option.
So I threw my hands up to the heavens and declared trust.
Then...something fricken amazing happened. I kid you not, here.
I received a call, a call that I won't get into detail about, but one that put me back in a place that I had been once before. A dream foreshadowed this call, in which my Grandpa was hinting towards this career move. I was ready (or so I thought) to go back into that life. A life that works holidays, weekends, odd shifts and the whole mess. A life that did not work out to nice before, but one that I enjoyed the actual work and the placement was a place that I longed to be a part of.
OK, cool.
But, then, I got another call...about a place that is literally 3 minutes from my house. A place that when I looked at the places I wanted to work, this would rank high. A place that was offering part time hours with some adjustment with my kids placement, but still required weekends, holidays and odd hours.
Ugh.
If you don't know me, personally, here goes... I suck (like big time) at decisions. I mean it is not just with life decisions either... My Hubby asks, "Where do you want to eat?" I will literally, every time say "I don't care" because I can not lock down one solid option.
Annoying, right!
Then... I get another call. A position that I applied to a long while ago. A position that when I read it, I could have sworn they wrote it for ME. I position that I really did not feel confident that I would get picked for. That is saying something, right.
So, I got to said interview. I nailed it. I mean, honestly, it was not hard because the chemistry with everyone was spot on. The position at hand was something that I knew what right in my zone and the office felt like home.
OK, now we are cooking with Crisco, right. But, I have two (2) other offers on the table. #decisionsdecisions
I am not guaranteed a job, even with the one I really want at this point. I have hoops to travel through. I go for a physical for one of the other two positions, get home and then the position that I just interviewed for calls and wants to set up a second interview. Awesome, right. Only, it is after I am suppose to start the 2nd position. Ut Oh.
I rolled the dice, literally. (or asked the Magic 8 Ball) I regretfully declined position number one, whom I had heard nothing from in regards to a start date or formal offer, just verbal at this point. I regretfully declined position number two. And the biggest thing is that I did not think, really, about declining, where as I would have felt bad at any other time. I felt that I was trusting in God. I was following his plan. That is the key.
Needless to say, I nailed my Dream Job, literally. I was offered the position on the spot, started right away and today is my one-month anniversary. The best part is, no weekends, no holidays, I get to go home for my hour lunch EVERYDAY, it's super close to home and I wear jeans on Fridays! Seriously, I could not be happier. And the people are amazing. It's unbelievable that I found my purpose and what God had put within my path that I just needed to trust and believe in.
So, for me, life is good. My kids, husband and family are all healthy. Things are taking shape and I have a few goals to knock off the list by next year, that I think we will accomplish. I am excited for this new journey that I am on and that is something sweet.
Of course, I have not forgotten about my Thrive business, I mean, who is not about looking and feeling great?
#thisismystory
