Sunday, March 13, 2011

New beginnings

Amidst the chaos that has been the past few months of my life, those close to me have continued to mention the same ever-familiar mantra.
"What is meant to be, is meant to be."
This 9 word cliche is often overused, or even more frequently, misused to tame the embers of hurt and despair during difficult times. But on rare occasion, it is worth its' merit in gold, and can lead its' benefactor towards a path of contentment again.
And this is my story.
I'll save you the gory details, and summarize my miserable months in just a few words. They were merely that. Miserable. Six months ago, I had a fantastic job, was quickly climbing the corporate ladder and making a name for myself within the company. Three months ago, the rug was pulled out from under me, and as quickly as my success had come, it was taken away and I was unemployed. And devastated.
I took a few weeks of "funemployment", which in my terms meant time at home, catching up on things around the house, and doing my best to appreciate my time off. That lasted about 2 weeks, and my restlessness and determination to be back in the workplace had suddenly consumed me again. It was at this point that I became obsessed with job hunting and sending out resumes, thinking that my efforts would be fruitful and quick.
My disappointment in myself, now not only from losing my job to begin with, but from not being able to secure another one, was immense. My patience was wearing thin, and people closest to me came to bear the burden of my lost self-confidence.
It was just during this time that I was FINALLY offered a position to work in the local photography studio and frame shop. I wasn't entirely sold on the position, but it was a job, and I was in no position to turn it down. I began my time there, and learned to love it in a very short time. My coworkers and boss were amazing and though I was not thrilled at the compensation, it was a lot better than nothing. And in a brief moment, or should I say, in a brief phone call, it all fell together once again.
"What is meant to be, is meant to be."
After about a week and a half at the studio, I received a job offer that was everything that I could've asked for. I submitted my notice at the studio that very day, and began to count down the working hours until I could begin with my next great opportunity.
On Monday, March 7th, 2011, I began orientation for the single most rewarding and appreciative company that I could've imagined. I was thrilled. I am not at liberty to disclose exactly where or what this company may be, but I can say that I am so truly thankful that I have been given the chance to work for such an amazing organization. They give back to their employees tenfold. They provide every amenity and benefit and perk. They provide and joyful, thankful and merry workplace for all, and I could not be happier.
I can truly say, that despite my resentment for the cliche was seemingly on repeat through my miserable months, I am a believer. I am a believer that endlessly swinging pendulum of life will always swing back in the direction of our favor, that every trial results in triumph, and each triumph will be met with trial. I am a believer that even though it may be so simple to comprehend in our minds that "What is meant to be, is meant to be", it is not so simple to tell our hearts. I'm a believer that it's worth it. I have faith in fate and destiny, and that story eventually has a happy ending.
I'm so thankful for that.

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