Waiting fulfilled… and yet…
One whole year passed…
Over 365 days of living, getting to know, spending time with, and falling in love with Atlanta. Of those days, probably all of them spent dreaming about what could be, what I’d like to do, and what is possible.
But during that time, 365 days of asking God to provide the very one thing I believe I needed. After months of failed interviews, endless hours spent sending off resumes, and being very candid about what I would like to see happen during Eugene’s life in Atlanta, the waiting is fulfilled. I landed a job.
You’d think it’d be a joyous thing but if I’m honest, I’m not that thrilled about it. It has me right back in the middle of the call center industry. In the medical field for sure, but still answering calls, and still fielding people’s requests and inquiries about stuff. The price is right for the moment, but even still, there’s this lull in my disposition about it. What does me going back to a call center now out of all this time waiting, doing my part in responsibly trying to find work, and I’m back to where I professionally started? I don’t know. What I do know or at least ask is, “Why am I asked to like it?”
You would think I’m not grateful because it’s as if it’s this one thing I’ve been obsessing about and now that I have it, I’m not jumping for joy about it as one would think. But a job is a job and money is money and it’s a needed thing in order for me to finally get a place and move out and live my life outside of any shadow of my parents, once again.
But here I sit, employed by a urology office to work in their call center where their hours are decent, their site is relatively close, and I can still be somewhat involved with church but will be unable to connect with friends as often as I used to but such is life. One must assume the mantle of responsibility as God sees fit and now, once again, to sleep relatively early, put on the big boy pants, and drive to your job to earn that paycheck, perform and get the dollars, toil 40 hours a week just to afford rent, gas, utilities, and pay your bills.
And yet… there is a slight flicker of what is to come. The next mode of the journey. What does God have in store? What does He want to see blossom into fruition with my meager story? Where is this going to go? What will I see? What must be done? When are we gonna get started?
I don’t know… but onward is the call and definitely can’t wait to begin the steps to see it all pass as He sees fit…
2019 is just around the corner and to be honest, I’m excited now that I have some kind of income and stable schedule in play that I can rest up and plan with…