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Okay, maybe not nowhere, but it sure feels like it.
Every day I go to bed and think roughly the same thing.
At some point, this is all gonna pay off. I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but it will.
That seems corny and it kinda is, but it’s something I have to tell myself to get through the mediocrity of the days. The mundane parts of my work life, the days nobody cares what I have to say or when I crush my own dreams in my head.
It feels like it’s really easy to put in 150% and have nobody recognize the work. And eventually, I just start becoming resentful.
We all need a little recognition every once in a while.
That came, surprisingly, just this past week. Someone reached out to me and offered to give me a leg up. I’ve had other hopeful situations too and those led to more dead ends than I was expecting. Yet something in me says that one or two dead ends don’t mean every path will be a dead end.
That maybe the universe or some grand puppet-master hanging out in the clouds was just like “Girl, slow down. It ain’t your time yet”.
I did one of those human design things this week.
Apparently, I’m a projector, which actually makes a lot of sense. I guess I’m a person who isn’t here to work, but to know others. But therein lies the problem.
My “strategy” (or I guess lack of one), is to wait for an invitation. And maybe this person reaching out to me is an invitation. Maybe it’s really what I’ve been waiting for. Or maybe this is all horsesh*t and I should move to France.
We’ll see, won’t we?
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