Lucky, Blessed.

So that last post was a little bit of a debbie downer moment. And I think in my speaking with my family and friends, I am giving off the impression that I am disliking my job.

Just to clarify, I am extremely happy with my job.

For those of you that have been following me a little bit longer, you saw a little bit of the process. I figured out what I wanted to do during my senior year of high school, and picked my major (sociology) and concentration (communications) based on the decision. I chose employment during college that reflected my interests. You might think waitressing has nothing to do with anything except itself...but the skills and talents you use and build in that job are applicable in many different ways.

I graduated and I thought it was going to be a snap getting a job. I had great experience, solid references. What I didn't have was a good resume. Or cover letter.

I hate cover letters with a passion.

So it took me ten months, an insane number of resumes and cover letters (I finally wrote one that worked), nowhere near as many rejection letters, a handful of phone interviews, and a smaller handful of interviews in person until I was offered my position.

In about a week, I will have been at my job for 6 months. It is the job I expected it to be, and the job I wanted it to be. In my travel, I have often found myself telling people that I feel lucky and blessed and blessed to have my job. I'm not lying. This is the field I wanted to work in, and while I may have plans for my future, I am very happy to be doing what I am doing. and doing it well.

Yesterday I had one of my visits ask for my director's email address so that she could email him and tell him that I was doing a wonderful job. And I had my first visit that was truly an example of what I had been hoping for, and I rocked it. Those are the things happening to me that I need to focus on, not the silly stuff. Like remembering the compliments, not the insults.

Hard, but doable. Definitely.