When I didn’t get the call during the day, I knew I’d be getting the “other call” after work. I didn’t get a job I had been interviewing for and hoping for. A dream job. A job in which I could make a difference. Every. Single. Day. I didn’t get it and we were out of wallow-in-self-pity-wine.
Ever since returning from Utah, I knew that while I love my Volunteer life, I should be doing more. I currently work for a (very large) company that encourages giving back and supports me in supporting the SPCA, but I just feel like I could and must do more. I will do more. In the meantime, I’ve had my evening of wallowing in disappointment in myself and now I will brush myself off and though I’m still hurting, I will push on.
Everything happens for a reason. Right?