Sorry if the title is misleading, but I’m actually not going to talk about the upcoming administration, rather, this will be a more personal and self-indulgent post on my most favorite topic, me.
So I’ve already written about my current boss’ end of term and how that will affect us (i.e. I will lose my job). Of course I have been preparing for it by sending out resumes, tapping my network and setting aside cash, but it’s so frustrating how the job search isn’t going as fast as I want it to. I have had several promising interviews, however, as it turns out, my top picks have ridiculously long application processes (between 4 months to 1 year). The only thing I can do now is wait and pray, things that I’m not really good at to begin with.
I’ll have to admit that all this waiting and uncertainty have taken their toll on me. While I know that we have more than enough cash to tide us over until I get a new job (I crunched the numbers) and there’s nothing stopping me from taking on clients, my worrywart self still won’t let itself be soothed and keeps on concocting doomsday scenarios. But something my husband said last night calmed me infinitely. While I was in the middle of fretting, he said: Don’t worry about it. Things will work out, you’re gold.
I am gold.
And just like that I once again remembered why I married this man, my biggest supporter, the one who sees me every morning with my crazy hair and has to deal with my surly attitude, yet still thinks I’m gold.
So yes, I might not have made the cut in some of my applications and the air is still rife with uncertainty career-wise, but I just have to keep on pushing forward and believing that I’m gold, because somebody else already does and in due time, I’ll see myself and my worth the way he does.
*Image from Pixelstalk.net