So when I have been looking for a job for months and months, putting together the perfect interview outfits, planning the perfect answers, jumping through the hurdles that the all powerful note takers across from me lay afoot, I get tired. I get tired of my phone being silent, of my e-mail being full of form letters. I start thinking…I worked too hard for this, I don’t deserve this. Then I start thinking of other things I perceive myself not deserving.
But the thing is that I am not the one to say what I deserve. This is life. This is the world bending itself to the world. All I can do is flex my toes, curve my back, and work work work to fit myself in. And I know that once I get the fit right, it is something to be savored, to be wallowed in, because it is a brief, beautiful alignment.