Resting girl to working girl.

For the whole month of April, I have been searching for the right job. It was honestly, a full-time job. I sat at my computer desk day in and at night, pouring over job search sites. I would apply for a job that interest me, upload my resume, and then wait for a response. After countless interviews, three job offers last week and three politely declines (they weren’t a good fit for me) I knew that I had to find the right job.

I became more selective, and interviewed for two Jobs I truly wanted. Both called me back and offered me a job the same day.

I would’ve taken either job. Gladly. But now I had a hard decision of choosing. I wish I could’ve looked five years into the future to see where this job would have me.  My crystal ball is nowhere to be found. I needed to go with my gut. I chose the best job for me. The right fit. I’m so happy to say, that I will be working on Monday morning.

My last weekend before working, sitting here on the love seat with a warm blanket on my lap and a good book in my hand. A cup of hot lemon chamomile tea and I am relaxed and relieved to be amongst the employed.

What does my future hold? I honestly do not know. But what I do know, is that it will be full of great things. New opportunities, new names and faces, possibly new places. So for now, I will be resting girl. Monday morning will be here soon enough and then my new title will be working girl. Pinching myself as I wish you all a Saturday full of warm blankets and your favorite drinks. 

Feel my heart, it’s beating

“Feel my heart, it’s beating”

My grandson Owen laid his hand on his chest and said to me “feel my heart, it’s beating”.  How does a barely 3 year old know about the intricate details of his body?  You know, at a very early age, we listen to our hearts.  We understand what makes us feel safe and secure, we know what makes us feel sad, what gives us joy, what makes us feel special and most of all, what makes us feel loved.

 

Why is it then, as we get older….we forget the stuff that was so important us, as a child?   It seems we lose track of what was really important to our well being.   As I get older, I’m more and more aware of what’s truly important to me.  I know my love language and the ones of my husband, children and friends.  I know what I need to feel safe and secure, to feel loved.  I know what it is that gives me joy.

 

I laid my hand over my own heart….I felt the beating of a woman who is loved.  I felt the beating of a friend for the many friends in my life.  I laid my hand on my heart and felt so thankful for a dedicated husband, for beautiful children and grandchildren. For relatives, neighbors, family & friends.  For the expierences in my past, which make me the woman I am today.

 

How many times does my heart beat in a day, a week, a month?  Millions?  A great friend told me one time, that I was “one in a million”.   What a high honor bestoyed apon me.  I will strive daily, to be all that you need me to be.   I will listen to your heart.  I will learn and grow from all your lives and expierences.  And, as long as  my heart is beating,  I promise to put love first.  For in the end, when my heart does stop, it will be the Love in my Life that mattered the most.

 

❤ ❤ ❤

 

“feel my heart, it’s beating”