Well, I'd use the term job loosely. I have a new take on life and it begins with my employment status. See, I've started working at a rock gym and I hardly view what I do as "work". Its more like I get to play at a gym with people who use the words double fisherman, crimp, jug, sequenced and projecting in regular conversation. The climbing community is an awesome one. It is a very inclusive in a-kids-coming-together-on-the-playground kind of way. Everyone is allowed to play, regardless of rank. And everyone cheers each other on in a new accomplishment. There are a few exceptions but those people aren't the rule.
For anyone who doesn't agonize over the details of my life <read no one> I left my job in November 2012 and have been floating ever since. I have been sitting on the couch,
See, I'm really trying to do this thing a friend once told me about working for the Lord. That friend is named Heather and she just recently gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Talk about doing work for God! When I worked at my old job, I was doing it for ME. For selfish reasons of feeling I had to prove myself to someone. Last time I checked, my husband, family, close friends and certainly not God have ever asked me to prove my existence.
Anyway, back to working at the gym. One afternoon my husband very blankly told me to DO SOMETHING. An hour later I was dropping an application off at the gym. It was a surprise after a month of not hearing back I got a call for the job at the perfect moment. Mr W was just about to leave for a 2 week business trip. We (husband and I) were worried I'd sink into a couch surfing bum. But God provided for me a way fill up my days and a way to meet new friends. The killer biceps have also been a pretty nice perk ;)
That pipe dream just became a teeny bit more plausible though, I'm still intent on walkin' where the Lord leads.