We haven’t conversed in awhile. This is becoming a repetitive starting point. The guilt hasn’t faded, but has increased as expected. There – it only took four tries to type ‘expected’ right. This Vicodin cough syrup is beginning to take hold.
A lot has happened. I was simultaneously rejected from one opportunity and accepted for another. It’s why my fingers have been so idle, silent. There was a quick news bulletin recently that had a local map on it. The map focused on the most difficult areas to find employment in the vicinity. The city temporarily holding me in place is listed as hosting the great number of unemployed, displaced workers in the region, while my hometown’s county is the second. Times certainly are rough.
I feel so gloriously blessed to be employed.
There have been a few hits of momentum lately. Holding a supervisory position at my young age is a bit daunting, but each daily challenge conquered only serves to increase my sense of competency and ability. Willing oneself to take necessary risks is one thing, but to feel secure in myself is another.
A dear friend of mine is single for the first time in years. Similar to my self-doubts, she is having some of her own. The bottom line is that one diminishes or decreases his or her possibilities by having a lower sense of self-efficacy and boundary lines. In order to be successful or at least comfortable, one needs to develop a can-do attitude.
Conclusion to follow….ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzZzZZZZZZ
