Six months ago, I was a mess, inside and out. I had just finished my AmeriCorps service year and I had no idea what was next. It was both exciting and frightening. I felt that I should stay in Denver to see what else this city had to offer in the sense of friendships and job opportunities. I loved the vibrant scene and enjoyed the festivals. The friends I had made over the past year were those I didn't want to leave just yet. I loved the neighborhood I was in and wanted to stay. I didn't see a reason to move so I waited for God's leading.
Well, as some of you have experienced, God's leading isn't always crystal clear nor is it always fast. While I was nervous, I felt confident enough that Denver was the place for me. Sure, I still have dreams about whether or not I will ever have a hacienda in New Mexico complete with horses and wide open fields for miles. That was a childhood dream, but it's a nice one.
I worked part-time for what felt like an eternity at a sandwich shop. The boss there was not accommodating nor did she seem to really care about her employees the way I feel like she should have. Many employers I've had have created a safe place for their employees and encouraged us to talk to them at any time. I never felt comfortable talking with the boss at the sandwich shop about anything.
On top of dealing with her, I also felt an inner war going on because of how badly I wanted to get back to using my degree. I felt like I was going nowhere. There had to be more to my life than making sandwiches all day. I tried to focus on writing cover letters as well as hanging out with friends. When money is low and you have rent to pay and food to eat, you really can't do a whole lot since so many activities require having $20 to spend. Most of the time I had to count my pennies to make sure I had enough for rent.
January was the worst. I honestly didn't think I would make rent. However, due to God's provision, I was able to with some to spare on food and a bus pass. The way that it worked out was through two things; one -- a friend from church bought me food from the grocery store and two -- I had no heat in my bedroom for two months so the landlord took $100 off rent for February. If neither of those things happened, I would have had to call the landlord and say I can only pay so much and will try to get the rest soon. But I didn't have to do that.
Switches jobs to work at the Children's Museum is something I wish I had done sooner. My boss, there was awesome! I loved working there and I miss it today. I felt appreciated and supported which meant so much to me. It's definitely a place I would go back to given the right opportunity.
The job that took me away from there was a Grants and Database Coordinator position at Urban Peak where I am now. I've been there two months now and I can see that this is 100% without a doubt orchestrated by God my Father. I can hardly believe the pieces that fell into place. My boss, Katherine, she has a son who is Deaf. My other boss, Peggy, she's aware of what I need without me saying a whole lot about my hearing. I almost cried when she said, "Feel free to stop me or someone else in a meeting if you miss something." I have a coworker with hearing aids too. I have another coworker who is a writer. It's been a whirlwind two months but I am glad I'm with Urban Peak right now. It was worth the wait.
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