Well, I started a blog....
Today at the gym I looked down at my new running shoes and thought, these puppies are going to see a lot and do a lot in their short lifetime, and then at that moment I decided I would start a blog (like every other woman in America with some free time) and share my interests in exercising, cooking, eating, and daily life struggles (again, like every other woman in America that has some free time). Sorry for the lengthy whining you are about to endure, I promise to get better and have more exciting posts in the near future. I just wanted you guys to see where I'm at as I start this new journey, with my new shoes.
In some strange psychotic state, I decided it would be a good idea to start training for a half-marathon. I know, I know, there are a lot of people out there that say they hate running and then end up running a half like its nobody's business. But please believe me when I say, I HATE RUNNING! I've tried it so many times, and quickly gave up; I even took a running class in college. There is really no hope for me, but we will see come December! I start my training on Monday, so wish me luck and check back to see if I survive or not!
On a side note, I was at the gym this morning to kill time and let out some anger/stress/anxiety/boredom. It has been 4 weeks since I took my boards and graduated with my masters.. Still no job. Yesterday I received an EMAIL from a company that had been dragging their feet until I got my passing score on my exam, while continuing to tell me I was their "top candidate" and had basically made me feel the job was mine. You know what that email said? "SORRY BOUTCHA!" okay, not really, but it might as well.. I decided to apply for a few more jobs, hoping something would click and be a good opportunity for me. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of applying for one of the jobs on a recruiter website.. So far this morning (before noon) I received 15 phone calls from recruiters, along with a voicemail from each one and then an email. Those suckers are relentless! Needless to say, I will be call-screening all day if ya need me.
I went through my masters program consistently hearing that occupational therapists would always be in great need, we'd get paid the "medium bucks," and that this profession was great job security. Well so far I've been denied roughly five jobs because I "don't have enough experience." How the hell can I get more experience if no one will give me a job?! The search continues...
This past Sunday I went to a Women's Gathering at my church (The Austin Stone), and a woman, that I have admired from afar for many things I've seen her do through Instagram and her blog (www.jamieivey.com), spoke about shame and identity. I didn't know I truly needed to hear that until now. She had us circle a word on a piece of paper that described how we were feeling that was somewhat synonymous to the word "shame." I chose "worthless" because honestly, that's how I feel. My husband works 10-12 hour days at a job that has been tough on him, and I sit on my ass all day. Yeah, I cook and clean and hang out with the dogs, but that doesn't pay the bills. He says we're fine and not to worry about it, but that's what I'm best at... worrying.
So for now I am a bored housewife that will be in really good shape if this whole no-job-thing remains consistent. I am working to focus my trust on God and have faith the He will provide. I know there is a reason it took three weeks to find out my test results, and a reason I didn't get that job. God keeps wrecking my plans because He has one that is so much GREATER.
In some strange psychotic state, I decided it would be a good idea to start training for a half-marathon. I know, I know, there are a lot of people out there that say they hate running and then end up running a half like its nobody's business. But please believe me when I say, I HATE RUNNING! I've tried it so many times, and quickly gave up; I even took a running class in college. There is really no hope for me, but we will see come December! I start my training on Monday, so wish me luck and check back to see if I survive or not!
On a side note, I was at the gym this morning to kill time and let out some anger/stress/anxiety/boredom. It has been 4 weeks since I took my boards and graduated with my masters.. Still no job. Yesterday I received an EMAIL from a company that had been dragging their feet until I got my passing score on my exam, while continuing to tell me I was their "top candidate" and had basically made me feel the job was mine. You know what that email said? "SORRY BOUTCHA!" okay, not really, but it might as well.. I decided to apply for a few more jobs, hoping something would click and be a good opportunity for me. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of applying for one of the jobs on a recruiter website.. So far this morning (before noon) I received 15 phone calls from recruiters, along with a voicemail from each one and then an email. Those suckers are relentless! Needless to say, I will be call-screening all day if ya need me.
I went through my masters program consistently hearing that occupational therapists would always be in great need, we'd get paid the "medium bucks," and that this profession was great job security. Well so far I've been denied roughly five jobs because I "don't have enough experience." How the hell can I get more experience if no one will give me a job?! The search continues...
This past Sunday I went to a Women's Gathering at my church (The Austin Stone), and a woman, that I have admired from afar for many things I've seen her do through Instagram and her blog (www.jamieivey.com), spoke about shame and identity. I didn't know I truly needed to hear that until now. She had us circle a word on a piece of paper that described how we were feeling that was somewhat synonymous to the word "shame." I chose "worthless" because honestly, that's how I feel. My husband works 10-12 hour days at a job that has been tough on him, and I sit on my ass all day. Yeah, I cook and clean and hang out with the dogs, but that doesn't pay the bills. He says we're fine and not to worry about it, but that's what I'm best at... worrying.
So for now I am a bored housewife that will be in really good shape if this whole no-job-thing remains consistent. I am working to focus my trust on God and have faith the He will provide. I know there is a reason it took three weeks to find out my test results, and a reason I didn't get that job. God keeps wrecking my plans because He has one that is so much GREATER.
"Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen." Ephesians 3:20-22
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You're a great writer, Aubrey!
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