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I feel like the Prodigal Son somehow!
I promised myself I would not ever as long as I lived return to work at any mall, I thought 5 years was more than enough and I was quite done with it. I was so, so, so far away from the truth it hurts.
When I came back from Africa I really thought my life was going to suffer major changes, and oh man it did, just not in the way I expected. I nailed a nine to five job, weekends off, I moved houses, I was in a new relationship and as it seems I was blind too because no matter how the truth danced in front of my eyes I just kind of ignored it. Some things can't be ignored that easily.
My nine to five job was amazing in terms of what I did, I dealt with people and like I have said before I loved it, but it turned out crap in the people I work with area, so of course I knew I would not stay there forever, my house was nice while it lasted, but with no house mate anymore there is no way I will ever be able to afford my apartment and my relationship... Well that's a stand-by right now.
To be really honest all I wanted to do was pack my bags and leave, and I am woman enough to do that I had the money for a ticket somewhere, but I decided I was going to be responsible and stay and eat up this crumbled cookie that is my life right now.
I know it seems I am a crumbled cookie a lot of times, I have a tendency to be a crumbled cookie I guess that is how I learn and it all comes from being stubborn and hard headed about my decisions. I have tried to get better, to be more submissive and listening, but I suck at it big, big time.
So I went back to the mall and begged, literally begged for my job back. Talk about humble pie!!!!
I got it back! So that is why I feel like the prodigal son today.
I guess it is a new lesson I learned the hard way.
Let's see where this journey is going to take me.
Pray I find a new house, that things get fixed and relationships healed...
Much Love.
Te