I once had a job opportunity in Arizona to teach.
Interviews were going well, I had friends there as well as friends interviewing, and everything just looked like it was clicking so beautifully into place.
But it didn't. They never got back to me, even when I followed up to check. I remember feeling so lost, because that had looked like my best chance to have a "big kid" job and not live in my parents basement. (Joke's on them, I sleep upstairs!) What the heck was I going to do? Where was I going to go? How was I going to progress by moving back home? By all accounts it did not make sense.
But looking back now, almost a year later, I'm so glad I didn't get that job. Because you know what I did get?
I got more time with my youngest brother and sister before they become full blown adults and we never have time to be together.
I got to take two trips back to my University and visit with the friends I left behind. I got to see old professors and talk about the "real world" and the suck, but brilliance of adulthood. I got to take one of those trips with one of my FAVORITE HUMANS IN THE WORLD! We got to spend more time together before she went back north for the rest of forever.
I got to spend time with one of my best friends and her daughter before they move across country. Those few weeks consisted of too much applesauce, video games, Dave and Ava, and co-parenting an adorable 1 year old. I loved that!
I got to see an old friend again here over the holidays and meet her insanely cool husband. We're now bff's, and I have someone new to talk literature with.
I got to make plans to move out of my parents house, and to go do something with my life with one of the aforementioned friends.
I got Hailey, and Taylor, and Lizzy, and Derek.
I got to kiss one of my best friends. (10 points to Slytherin.)
I was given time.
I was given opportunity to grow, learn, and dream.
And I'll never be sorry for that.
