The second morning is always harder than the first. It’s almost, but not quite, 3am right now. I’m up to be to work by four. I did the same thing yesterday.
As the days trudge along, I’m finding myself more and more discouraged and frustrated. I graduated in May with hopes of moving onto a job I would enjoy doing, even if it had some great difficulties. Instead, I had to move back home because I couldn’t find a job and then it took me four months to find a job and it ended up being sales support at Victoria’s Secret at a mall it takes me nearly two hours to get to by bus. Over time, this job is beginning to wear me out. Without work that has meaning, I feel my soul starting to wither and a feeling if despair beginning to creep in. And so, I think I might try a little something new. I think I’m going to do a series of posts of what it’s like to struggle with faith and trust and the work of God in the midst of great frustration and confusion.
This is not a moral-to-the-story-solution kind of writing. It will just be me and my thoughts and feelings. And maybe it will help me gain a little perspective. With no great guides and mentors around these days, perspective is a little harder to come by.
Time to continue preparing for work. Until next time.
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