You remember this movie don’t you? If not, quick go rent it or buy it on the Dollar table. Leap of Faith with Steve Martin is one of my favorite movies. He tricks the town into believing in his version of faith. He’s lying. They believe anyway.
Sort of like what’s happened to me on this little journey that started when I lost my job in February. The last six months I pretended to believe. I faked it. I knew there was not a chance of getting a job when so many were out of work. I believed anyway. I knew I couldn’t keep my house. I believed anyway.
Letting go: Anything or anyone I have ever let go of, has claw marks all over it. When I was losing my house, I stuck my fist in the side of the mountain, and I believed.
I had 90 applications out when I interviewed for this position. 90. So, when I went to the interview, I hung in there, and refused to give rote answers. I decided that THIS TIME I was going to tell the panel exactly how I felt. One teacher said, “We are a college going community.” My response? What are you doing for the ones not going to college? She said, “Most of them will go to college.” My response? Really? That doesn’t seem to be statistically accurate.
At the end of the day, I emailed the HR person and said, please remove me from the applicant pool. I lay down that night with $300 in my account, and I said, “God, I will take any job. Wherever you think I need to go. But this isn’t the job for me.” The next day the HR person called me and offered me the job. I said, “Let me think about it.” Before we got off the phone, she had me talked into it.
You know what? I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
The Linda Vermeulen camp has come to town, plays live, and sets up here.
(PS-I have re-upped with the TNT Nike Marathon team. I will finish the marathon. I will raise the money. I. am. back.)