The Right Thing

Yes, it has been a while since I've written something. My dad brought it to my attention. I was really touched to hear that he missed reading my stories. So, here I am. Back on track.

After several interviews and applications I felt like I was at a standstill. I lost confidence... motivation. But I had to drive myself forward no matter what. If I let those losses overcome me I would have buried myself too deep that it would be all the more difficult to dig myself out.

Then my mom's words ran though my mind, "The right thing will come at the right time."

Over and over she told me this. Over and over I grew tired of it. It played in my head like one of those scratched up records on a turntable that had been overplayed. But, she was right.

Two months ago, I had an interview at a preschool. I took a tour of the school, met some of the students, and went through the painful interview. (OK, it's wasn't that painful.) I was nervous as can be and most likely showed during the interview. Afterwards I was able to observe one of the classrooms. I felt a sense of belonging.

A week passed...

Then a few more days...

I was so nervous I was about to peel like a steaming kettle. So, I contacted the preschool to express my interest and within hours I got a response. I was in the top three being considered for the position!

A few days passed...

Then a week...

And the wait went on...

My heart was set on getting the job. My deep feeling of certainty was omnipresent, rooted to the core. But as the wait continued I started to doubt. My certainty vanished. I was back on the computer searching for jobs and going into shops and asking if they were hiring for the holiday season. "Come back next month," was the most common response I got.

"The right thing will come at the right time," I heard my mom's voice in my head.

"Yes, Mom. I know!" I argued with the voice in my head.

She had said it to me so much I was beginning to tell myself that. I got tired of think of those words over and over. But, she was right.

(Don't you hate it when mothers are ALWAYS right?)

I waited a little over a month. And then I received a short email from the preschool. "There is an opening. Can you start Monday?"

It's not hard to guess what my answer was.