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A Nation in Crisis Needs Community

     America today is like someone with 1,000 friends on Facebook but none to really turn to in a time of crisis. A nation in crisis needs community. —Scott Heiferman & Jeremy Heimans Co-founder and advisor of Meetup.com

     I had a job interview yesterday, as a result of posting my resume on Monster and Career Builder. I’ve sent out dozens of resumes and was actually surprised when someone responded. We met and she was appropriately perky, dressed in ‘Development Red’. Might I add that there are no perkier people in the non-profit world than those that work development. It went okay. There is something artificial about job searching this way. While the who-you-know way has its faults, there is something about someone knowing you and your talents and recommending you, something inclusive, communal even. Interviews like this are the cold-call, and I always feel as if I am dancing the final number (Overture! Curtain lights! This is it! The night of nights!) and when I’m done instead of applause I hear a pen scratching on paper, the click of the clipboard and a monotone voice from the darkness, “Thank you very much Ms. Mitchell, don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

    It’s all part of the process, the more of these I get out of the way, and the closer I get to my spectacular. It’s about being clear on what I want my life to look like as the paradigm shifts. These are the dress rehearsals for the real gig. I didn’t get the job from the last interview either, they promoted from within. Cool. On to the next. I read about  www.Meetup.com on the Huffington Post today. Exactly what I was talking about earlier. Community.

     Something spectacular is just around the bend…

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The Continuous Cluck and Hum

What is the good of being a genius if you cannot use it as an excuse for being unemployed?  ~Gerald Barzan

 

     So these days are going to come, putting out feelers and feeling nothing. The cash register as it records the clink of dollars disappearing one by one. Hearing faith gasp for air because you refuse to loosen your grip. The needle of the gas tank sinking, the price of gas rising. The continuous cluck and hum of sorry from your friends and acquaintances, howszit going? Hmmm. Howszit going? Hmmm. Howszit going? Awww I’m so sorry. Hmmm. The furrowed brow. The unexpected gifts from folk who knew someone in a pinch just like you. The joy and gratefulness of knowing that someone cares brings. Your name etched on the prayer list of at least three ladies who fan and rock on Sunday at 11am service, chanted over by dreadlocked black Buddhists, lifted to the sun by the Red-Blacks who step and drum. And the chain letters that promise “your luck will change if you will just send this to 7 people within the next thirty minutes” that seem to multiply in your email inbox. Yes, those days will come.  

Hold on. Take a breath.

Something spectacular is just around the bend…

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Goodwill and Choice

    “We’ve experienced great trials before… And with every test, each generation has found the capacity to not only endure, but to prosper — to discover great opportunity in the midst of great crisis. That is what we can and must do today. And I am absolutely confident that is what we will do.”— President Barack Obama

 

 The Goodwill store stinks.

     It has a pervasive odor that dangles somewhere between mustiness and pee. It’s not ‘eau de homeless’, more like ‘someone’s a bit ripe’. Honestly, after you’re there for a while you don’t notice it. What you do notice are the racks stuffed to bursting with clothes, some with tags still attached, all organized according to color; white to yellow to orange to red and so on. Your eyes sweep around the store and you see the jigsaw puzzle of discarded furniture, you notice shelves of shoes, the dismembered kitchen appliances, a wall of books and VHS tapes. Looking through the racks you take in the parade of promotional items, tees that read “We Be Ill’in at Children’s Hospital!” (I bet whoever thought that was a good idea is in the same unemployment line I’m in). The hope and promise in the row of satiny white and ivory wedding dresses and god-awful bridesmaid dresses alongside trees made entirely of handbags, purses and hats. It’s a study in all things that were at one time fashionable. The Goodwill store is a landscape portrait of consumerism at its finest.

   It’s not the first time I’m here; I shopped here when I had a job too. We’re one month into this ‘unemployed’ thing and I’ve dropped a size. So I’m looking for a pair of navy blue pants in a size 6, suitable to wear to an interview. What I will be able to find are black pants in a size 8. It’s not a crisis. I’ll endure.

    To the untrained mind and eye (cue Bedingfield’s Happy) it might seem as if I have few choices. That is not the case. I have more choices now than ever before. That I couldn’t find navy blue pants is a small thing. That I have the choice to write and to create is really big. I’ve made a choice to not just work a job any longer; I’ve chosen to work my passion. I’ve chosen to take a moment to appreciate my friends, those that have held me in prayer, the energy of their thought or simply in their arms. Work should make life sweet. That’s what I want, the sweet life. It’s too short for anything less.

Something spectacular is just around the bend…

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