Breathe In. Breathe Out. Keep Moving.



Wow. So I haven't posted nearly a month. I have many reasonable explanations for my blogging absence. It seems like I start every new post like this now, but it's just so hard to find time to blog when I have to write the draft to my 2,500 word paper on Elizabeth Barrett Browning in two days (because I procrastinated) and finish my college application, and write the essay for it, and do my national history day project, and have a job (which my last day will be Dec. 18th), and babysit, and have my own business, and run FISH Teens. SO there. Thats my explanation in a big, long, run-on sentence. But that is how my brain has been functioning as of late. In a big, long, run-on sentence.

I am so relieved that I am quitting my job. I feel like it was an amazing experience for me to have had while it lasted, and I learned SO much about running my own business while I was there (like what TO do and what NOT to do.) I am very grateful that I had the opportunity to work for Maria and the awesome Studio M staff while I could, but I feel like God is telling me that it's time to move on. Everything has a season, and the Studio M season is almost over. Though I have yet to decide if this will be the anticipated end of winter, or the regretful close of summer.

I think it might be more like the end of Spring. The flowers bloomed, but I have something better to look forward to. Being free- like on the last day of school, how you hear the final bell and all at once the big doors open and you hear the joyful shrieks of freedom. Not being bound to something, and though I enjoyed the job at first, the past few months have been dragging along and I will regret going to work. Perhaps because I have become desensitized to what goes on there or perhaps because I am just so spread thin.

The other thing that has been bugging me is that recently in my over all picture of life, God has become small. Like not even visible. I have been trying so hard to manage, deal, and push through things so I don't get run ragged, and thought that's what I have been making such an effort to prevent, its exactly what has happened. It is only November and I'm on burnout. But I really believe that quitting my job is going to bring me closer to Him. He always shows me how much he loves me by never ceasing to provide for me when I need it the most. I just haven't let go of the reins and let God drive. This time, I am going to give them to Him permanently, because every time I drive, I get myself lost and end up in a huge mess. So here's to handing over the reigns to the Big Guy :)

I want to do something fun and interactive on my blog to keep my readers from falling fast asleep before they reach the end. So if you have made it this far, thanks! Post your best and/or worst job experience in a comment for everyone to read. I think it will be fun to see what happens :)

Thanks for reading my post! Hope you all have a tremendously blessed week!

Comments

  1. Hey Danie!
    I liked this post. :)

    And I have so many worst job experiences... too many to share all of them. :P

    Like the one time that I had to take biscotti into church for a customer and I broke one Sunday morning! And I had to go in early for church so my family was a half hour late getting to church because they had to fix everything. :/

    Or the other time when I was babysitting and the little kid told me that he/she hated me. :\

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