Nada

I received a phone call yesterday, one that I’d been anticipating since last week, and I was rejected from another possible job. I had high hopes, but still I felt that it wasn’t the one. So I diligently, continuously, and almost obsessively searched for jobs and applied to everything I thought I was qualified for, even if it seemed out of my range.

Still is discouraging...

Funny, these past two weeks I’ve been compelled to write on rainy days. The rain is falling hard, beating against the windows, the slick pavement and parked cars outside. A part of me feels like putting on my boots and scarf and dance around under my polka dot umbrella. That is the kid in me. The adult in me just imagines the idea, but continues to stay inside.

I remember splashing in puddles on seldom days it rained in my little desert town when I was a kid. Sometimes it would be nice to go back to those days, only sometimes.