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I am fully moved back in with my parents in my hometown, Dayton, OH. (See my previous post for why I'm back here). Life is going well. It's nice sharing time and meals with my parents again, although I do very much miss having friends and activities always surrounding me. I think it's easy to take things for granted. I remember people always saying, "College was the best time of my life!" I thought those people were crazy...I mean I was having a good time, experiencing a lot of new things, learning, playing, laughing (all the while not having to work a regular job). Now that I've been out of school for almost two years, I begin to see where that makes sense. Responsbility sets in; bills set in; your friends are all getting married and people have real jobs and aren't available to hang out every day and night sets in.
And once again I feel that I'm faced with more "life decisions" (can't somebody just make these for me? ugh!). I just got hired on at our local Target to work in the backroom on first shift doing inventory/stocking as a seasonal worker. Seasonal work there is defined as 90 days, at which time they will decide to hire/fire me. I figured as long as I'm sitting around the house looking for a job, I minds well spend some of that time making a little extra $$, especially with the holidays coming up. The only problem is being employed makes hurrying off to an interview 7 hours away a bit more difficult to manuever; not impossible, just more difficult.
After talking with my dad, I decided to go ahead and submit my resume to an organization called Catholic Charities which has an opening for a Case Coordinator in Chattanooga, link here: (
http://www.cnpchatt.org/www/employment/9.1747). I'm ready to move, but I'm not. At some points, I'm so eager to get started and finally "settle in" somewhere. Put all my stuff away in drawers and arrange all my books neatly on shelves, put in a solid day of work, cook my own dinner and just
relax. But then I think, what is the aim of that, the purpose? Sure I want to work at a non-profit, but is my motive really to help others or so that I can feel good about my contribution to humanity at the end of the day?
I'm scared to get too comfortable. I'm afraid I will find some job I enjoy and an apartment that's cute and a dog that's a great buddy, and I'll get cozy. I won't want to be challenged anymore. I won't want to
leave. I can just hear myself saying, "What will I do with all my stuff? I can't leave my steady job! I'll be too lonely somewhere else; too scared; too over-worked..." It's almost as if I don't do something different now, I'm going to be forever captured by the American Giant; my own re-worked version of the American Dream. Yeah, I don't want a "white-picket fence and a husband and 2.5 kids in the suburbs", but I would like my own apartment and bookshelves for all my books and maybe a dog and getting through life with somebody by my side would be nice....so isn't it the same? It's what I want, and I'm working towards that goal whether I want to admit it or not.
I guess I'm trying to say that there's nothing wrong with those ideas, but I have to be sure of my
motivations. Where can I best serve God? Am I being challenged enough? Am I keeping myself open to the idea of moving somewhere - perhaps overseas - if I feel God calling me there? These are the questions I'm struggling with as I take the next steps in life....