So, let’s recap the recent adventures of my fucking life.
After years of searching I finally found a job to get me out of the grasps of a psychopath. Walking away from that job and starting the new one gave me the courage to finally put my house on the market and find a place of my own. It’s like I was riding the mother of all waves, flipping up my hang loose sign, sticking out my tongue and telling the world that this was totally rad dude.
I was settling in to the new place, planning out all the projects to do when shit starting hitting the fan at work. At this point, I’m not sure if I was purposely ignoring the signs or if I was just being overly positive that everything was going to be fine. People were getting laid off. People were quitting. I think in one week 3 people were gone. I remember texting my girls and having them all say “get out girl…time to find something new.” The AP manager, who had put in her notice, told me that I should protect myself and find something new. Still…I honestly believed that this place would fine in the end, although a little leaner. This is where I was supposed to be. I knew it in my gut.
On Friday, the few of us left in the office were brought in by the owner to discuss what had been happening and where they were headed. They were in trouble, but they had a plan and wanted to know if they would have a staff to help get that plan in motion. I was all in!! It was going to be bumpy but I had faith that the company would come out strong in the end. On Monday the boss gave me his CC to make a purchase for him and told me I should probably have that number so to be sure to keep it somewhere safe. I did. At 4 pm that afternoon we were all told they were closing their doors.
How the fuck could I have been so wrong??? Did I see this coming and ignore it? Was I totally blindsided??? To make matters even worse it was the day before my birthday! I was numb a little, trying to be strong…finding every bit of strength to not break down.
I did not want to cry. I really didn’t even want to acknowledge it. What the hell was I going to do???
After shedding a few tears, having a minor panic attack and coming clean with my daughter, I decided that this was going to be just fine. I mean, come on, if this had happened just 3 months earlier I would have been totally screwed. I would have most definitely lost my house because I did not have enough money in the bank. I would have been stuck there for way longer cause I would not be able to get approved for any new loan at that point. It would have been a disaster. BUT…it happened when it did and it was perfect.
I got to take my birthday off! Who doesn’t love to have their birthday off!! I was able to have a completely delightful morning make out session with the hunky stallion because…well, I didn’t have anywhere to go. I was in a good place financially because with selling the old house I had equity so I had plenty of money in the bank. Since I am a smart chick I was also putting mortgage payment money away even though I did not have a mortgage payment for 2 months during this process, so there was that. Looking over my situation I realized I could go at least 3-4 months without having to touch any of the money from the house sell, and still be ok, still be able to do the things to the house that I wanted, just not all of them. I was going to be ok, really, this could not have happened at a better time.
So….having faith paid off. Things did not pan out like I had hoped…but that’s fucking life. That’s why you have to stop with the expectation that life is only good if it happens like “this”. You must be willing to let life unfold the way it is intended and believe that you will be ok. That, my friends, if the god damn story of my whole fucking life. Where once something like this would have put me in a complete state of dread and panic (or the people in my life, ie: my ex husband who is soooo damn dramatic) I was now able to have a (brief) moment of uncertainty and then turn my focus to acceptance and peace.
Now I have the time to work on getting the house settled. I was going to take the time off to do all those things that would have eaten up every weekend for the next 6 months. Boxes unpacked. Drawers and cabinets organized. I was going to look for the right job, not just settle, while getting my house done the way I wanted. This time is was going to be used wisely. Come on, this was going to be great. So far, it has been.
I have tackled some major shit that I would have dreaded doing after a long work week. Ugly kitchen cabinets GONE! New sparkly wall, hell yeah! Unpack boxes and get rid of more shit…bring it on. I’ve been a beast when it comes to working on the shit here…I remind myself all the time about how bad it felt not doing the things I really wanted to do at the old house only to have to do them in record time for someone else to enjoy. This is MY house! I will do with it what I please and it will be wonderful.
Being rejected is not fun. Being rejected over and over and over and over….again and again totally sucks. It’s easy to sit back and feel like a failure. This is testing my faith. Faith in myself. Faith in my abilities. Faith in the Universe. I’ve been up and down, and up again with feeling defeated by this circumstance. Still, I continue to bring myself back to accepting that in the end, everything will be ok.
Accepting and gratitude is the fucking key.
At an appointment with my financial adviser to discuss my accounts and see how I was doing, I told her I had lost my job. She asked what kind of job I was looking for…and we discussed my “qualifications”. Then she said they were looking for a part time on call person and would I be interested. Why yes I would be interested…yes the fuck I would! Finding out about the specific position and the perks and the potential was just what I needed. That along with the fact that my financial adviser thinks I’m fantastic and is already looking out for where I can be placed full time and permanently was just the confirmation I needed that, yes…everything was going to be just fine. I will be fine, even better perhaps.
Now I am focusing on training part time, while continuing to get my shit finished at the house. I believe that once I that full time position opens up to me I will be done with most of the major work on the house which will be a lot less stressful and take less of my free time. It’s all working out. Every damn bit of it.
Am I lucky? Maybe, but I believe in my soul that things work out for me because I am willing to keep my faith. I roll with the bad instead of screaming and yelling about how unfair life is. Ok, sometimes I yell, but what I don’t do is stay there in a pool of self-pity and whine that I am a victim and life isn’t fair. I appreciate and show gratitude for the good things because I know that things could be worse. I live the life I speak about…I practice it every fucking day. Faith in something out there that is so much bigger than me has a plan…and it is a way better plan than I will ever dream of.
Life not going the way you wanted??? Think about how that could change if you just look at all the setbacks and bullshit in a different light. I’m not letting the shit part of life drag me down…cause if you think about it, shit is the fertilizer. Gardeners and anyone who has a dog that shits in their yard will know what I mean. If you accept the shit, things will assuredly come out better that you dreamed.