First, let me start by saying that, “No news is good news and not due to my being so busy packing I had no time to blog.” In other words: the part-time work panned out. If I loved the job I would have been more excited and would have written about it back in June when I found out. But I don’t love the job. I don’t even like the job. Most days I wonder why the job even bothers to keep me. (That’s rhetorical since I think I know the answer. I believe the Universe is giving me a gift with a job that keeps me fed and sheltered but does not distract me. If I loved my job, or even liked my job I would be putting all of my time and energy into it. I would be seeking opportunities, creating challenges and looking for ways to worm my way into the hearts and minds of my employers in an effort to have them love me, hire me full-time permanent and make me worthy and whole. Yah, I know, that’s a lot to ask from a job. But that is what I do: make work my life and turn it into my dysfunctional family. Sort of a, “I’ll slave for you if you love me,” type negotiation. So the way I see it, the Universe plopped me into this job where I don’t fit in and don’t feel challenged or competent on purpose. The gift is that I am not tempted to create a new garment out of an old pattern.) But, back to the point: I have a part-time job until November. And though not loving it might lead you to believe otherwise, I really do get that it is a blessing.
Perhaps the most exciting thing to come from being kept on though, even more important than income, is finding out that my lack of fear has been based on increasing faith and not my inability to muster up the energy to panic. Seriously, sometimes a little panic is good, like when your fear motivates you into action—actions like job hunting, escaping runaway trains and wrestling yourself out of quicksand—you know, action that moves you forward, saves your life and gets you unstuck. But I like that I’m meeting life’s challenges with faith instead of aggression.
But still, you’re asking, “why hasn’t she written in over a month now that she has extra time?” Well, there are reasons, some better than others. The best one being that I was busy making art and hung a solo show on July 1. Though the show is in a coffee shop and not a gallery, the place has gorgeous walls and more traffic than my apartment. Plus it gave me a deadline along with the freedom to experiment and try new things. I ended up creating my new favorite piece:
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A Chance to Love Everything
I know, that’s all well and good but that was two weeks ago, WHY HAVEN’T I WRITTEN?
Lets just call him Bob.
When I slowed down long enough I finally realized that he is never going to ask me out. This is not news really. I have liked this guy for the better part of a year and for most of that time I have known that the guy is not interested in dating me. But the other, slower, will-hang-on-till-the-bitter-end part of me just caught on and reality is setting in.
I know that Bob is not “The One” (or even the three of four.) My first clue came when he went on a first date and it wasn’t with me. The second clue came when he started to remind me of my ex-boyfriend. The third clue came when I realized that though I could talk to Bob for days on end I could not imagine being naked with him. In other words I got to know Bob well enough to know he’s not a good match for me. But that doesn’t mean that I’m discouraged about it.
Especially after meeting the woman he is dating.
When you find out someone you like is interested in someone else how do you not ask yourself, “what’s she got that I don’t got?” Well, I discovered that she has a whole lot that I don’t got. But she don’t got a thing that I want. I was not coveting her style, her life, her personality, or even her man. In fact I find that I like Bob less for liking her.
That sounds cold. But I can’t help but think, “you chose her over me, what the hell’s wrong with you?” I get that this may be nothing more than a way to sooth my bruised ego and a defense against feeling hurt. But she was awful and I am more apt to believe that this is in fact progress. I’m not a beauty queen or blessed with a bubbly personality. I am not the girl who always gets the guy. For me to be thinking, “what the hell is wrong with him” implies that I genuinely like and value myself. It may even be an indication that, on a good day, I see myself as a worthy catch. But even on a bad day I’m not trying to figure out how to be more like her and less like me, so indeed I’m making progress. Which could also explain why I no longer want to be a slave to my job…
But the fact that I’m still picking the guy that doesn’t pick me back, well, what can I say? That’s beyond sad. It’s depressing. And despite all the good news I’ve found myself in no mood for blogging.
That pretty much brings us up to date. Except one last thing: last week I was put back to full-time. Let me spell it out for you: It looks like I’m secure in Denver until November. Three months is more than enough time to manifest another miracle. Perhaps it will unfold in ways unexpected and delightful. Ways that aren’t called “Armageddon” or “Bob.”