Sanctuary salvation

April 6, 2013

I welcomed the time in a sanctuary at the church while attending a women’s retreat. I thought a lot about what it is I am focusing my attention and energy on these days…a job, what a surprise!

Discovered I was actually blaming the system, being too mature, lacking in education, unpracticed with Microsoft product knowledge, had too many relocations in my past, too much experience in some areas competing with the multitudes whom are willing to take a poverty-level salary, living too far away, the news reports on television regarding lack of employment, statistics about the economy, etc. It is so easy to blame. Yet, who is to blame? I realize I have had several interviews in the short period of time back in the States and certainly have no reason to blame anyone, let alone myself, for not attaining my goal of being employed by April 1^st.

I sat in the hum of soft music enveloping the sanctuary and forgave myself for being so ridiculous. Blame has been eating away at my stomach, scanning my body for the weak areas to settle-in and make itself comfortable. I started to float my thoughts around the others in my life whom are also struggling with the job hunt and even more whom have jobs that circumstantially do not generate enough income for them. More and more people came to mind whom I know throughout the US and around the world challenged by the lack of a proper, well-paid work or forced to accept employment sans satisfying benefits. Pets end up in shelters, children and relatives battle the consequences of fiscal insolvency and school teachers deal with undernourished kids. I let the calm and peaceful sensation wash over me, accepting what is so for many others and I felt satisfied. I am in the place I am meant to be. I can share my experiences with others and allow them to view the vulnerable places I earn like a Brownie badge in my tumultuous journey.

Our country, culture and planet is so greatly effected by the lack of decent and accessible jobs. We all deserve to take accountability for our part in it. I am committed to not forgetting those sensations in my gut and the whirring blender of emotions that ride along with it as I play my role as a job seeker.