The single digits now. The last minute everything piling up. The stress should be lifting by this point right? Things are getting done as the day gets closer. You would think marking things off the checklist would help right? Then … Continue reading
Light and shadow
Dance in the shallows
I’m manning the front desk
Looking up recipes
To make cookies as good
And remenicing about
A summer day soon to come
Beaches I’ll never go to
And sand in my shoes that
In the moment I’ll probably hate
I want to live those summer days
All the same
I don’t know any of you. I don’t know what that means really. How significant is that to my life? To yours? I pour out my soul to you every so often. Share some of my most intimate feelings and … Continue reading
I think it’s weird that something considered erotic (breasts) is also considered necessary to feed an innocent child, but the act of feeding a child publicly is also a threat to childlike innocents…somehow.
When a person Looks at themselves They often Do not see Their own flaws A culture Looking at its self Will do much The same
In this cluster They began to talk A lot of Damn strange stuff And thus became A world themselves Fancying that they were Descendants of Life herself Telling of local worthies Making themselves a symbol One of the reasons They … Continue reading
If only my heart was like a lint trap. I could just pull it out every once in a while and clean out all the junk I didn’t like or want to hang onto. I could prevent build up of … Continue reading
I pressed my face into the carpet. Tired of running up and down the stairs, and hopeful that the sump pump would miraculously start working. I was pretty sure the switch was broken. I wanted to call my father, but … Continue reading
“Is it really?”
We all looked at each other and laughed. We were having so much fun we had forgotten to keep track of time.
“We haven’t even shown her the remodel yet! Come on! We are so pumped!”
We walked through an unassuming doorway onto a stairway that reached upward into a high ceiling space. There was tons of light. That new carpet smell. It filled my nostrils and evoked fond memories of remodels in our own home. New carpets were exciting things. “The coffee bar is going to be down there.” He indicated a large wall space, just asking to be filled with coffee aromatics. He was excited. They all were. I was excited for them….and I don’t even work there…yet…hopefully.
It was seriously a good interview. Probably the best one I have ever had. So much laughter. So much good conversation about being a creative. So much collaboration. I was above and beyond ecstatic. Even if they don’t hire me, I’m so excited for them. Their rebrand. Their remodels. I couldn’t help but be excited. Their company was updating, which made it all the better. The excitement and anticipation was there. The newness.
As for the interview its self I feel like I did my best. If they don’t choose me they have their reasons. I keep telling myself it’s in God’s hands now. To let go and trust. To provide me with His will for my life. I keep praying for pace. I’m still super nervous. Anxious. The waiting is always the hard part. The pacing and wondering if you said things right, did things right, and if you presented yourself well. I keep telling myself that I was myself. That if they didn’t like me for me then they were clearly not the right fit. That I can only be what I am. It will be what it is meant to be.
Still, I’d love to get out of retail and into marketing.