If we were having coffee, I’d start out by saying that it’s good to be back! I missed out on last week’s coffee share on account of being out of town. How have things been since we last spoke?
It’s strange to think that summer is over. As it always does, it went by so quickly! I’m glad, though. September is here and with it comes cool mornings and golden sunsets. Sweater weather is right around the corner and I couldn’t be happier. Continue reading →
As far as weeks go, I think it’s safe to say that I’m having a terrible one. To begin with, my parents are currently away road tripping to Oregon, leaving me in a big empty house with no one but my brother (who isn’t exactly a chatterbox) and my cat to keep me company. Then, I made the mistake of wading into the wrong patch of woods on our farm, resulting in poison ivy rashes and blisters all over my legs. To cap it off, I got sick on Monday night and made a big mess of it, making cleanup gross and difficult. (Sorry if that’s too much information…) Continue reading →
If we were having coffee, we’d be out on the back deck soaking in the sunshine. Although Northern Minnesota has been hit with enormous rainfalls over the past week resulting in record flooding, we’ve managed to evade all the severe weather.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I turned down a job this week. After multiple interviews, a site visit, and several weeks of intense thought, I decided that being an Assistant Manager at a resort just wasn’t the right route for me. There were so many factors against it personally and professionally. When it came down to it, I just wasn’t willing to make a two year commitment to a job that wouldn’t pay enough to save for grad school in an area with little to no housing options. I think I’ve made the right decision. Continue reading →
I’ve been absent from the blogosphere lately… mostly because life is moving forward faster than expected and, when I finally catch my breath, the last thing I want to do is process things by writing.
Over the past few weeks, I have learned a great deal about job hunting. When I started this journey, all I wanted was employment. “Dear magical job fairy,” I prayed, “just give me work!” I now realize how naive and arrogant that appears.
Yes, scrolling through job forums is boring. There are so many jobs that just don’t strike me as very interesting. Sure, I could do well as an administrative assistant and would succeed doing marketing via social media. But would my heart be in my work? I’ve learned that I need to identify what I want in a job and be ready to fight for that. Continue reading →
If we were having coffee, we would be meeting in the strawberry patch for the second week in a row. The season continues to progress and, given that it’s a family business, we’ve all been working ourselves to the bone. I haven’t had a day off in over a week! Most days, our staff is there to help and, if we’re lucky, they stick around to help on Saturday–which is when we get the biggest crowds. Sundays, though, are up to us. My brother, dad, and I hit the patch at 7:30 AM to get everything set up and, even after customers started rolling in, it took a couple of hours to actually wake up. Continue reading →
I’ve managed to put off job hunting for an entire year and, now that I’m here, it sucks just as much as I thought it would. The good thing is I am able to work full time while I hunt–having a family business helps with that. I spend two afternoons a week searching job postings online at my local library. Since beginning the process a couple of weeks ago, I’ve discovered that job hunting is really hard. My mom told me that looking for your first job is like throwing jello at a wall: you throw out possibilities and hope that something sticks.
Part of my dilemma is that I’m not really sure what I want. I feel like my mental image of the future changes every other day. One day, I’m dreaming of moving closer to the cities. The next, I’m imagining life in a small town in the northern part of the state. I want to stay in Minnesota and, ideally, don’t want to be too far from my family. But… what do I actually want to do? I think I’d be good in an administrative/receptionist position. But the problem is… so are lots and lots of other people.
How come there isn’t a magical job fairy that looks at your skills and then bestows you with fitting work?
So far, in addition to a number of secretary positions, I’ve applied for a couple temp-to-hire agencies in the Minneapolis area. My resume is currently circulating around my mom’s vast network of professionals around the state. I have also reached out to several of my friends who have recently found jobs and picked their brains for tips and cover letter samples.
I feel like I’m not asking for much… an entry-level job that won’t suck my soul, will build on my skills, and will keep the bills paid while I apply for graduate school and get my masters online.
In many ways, I’m exactly where I was a year ago: a college graduate living with their parents, pulling weeds full-time on the family farm. But, unlike a year ago, I’m ready to move on. Heck, I’m even willing to throw jello on the wall to get out of here.
If we were having coffee, as soon as you sat down, I would exclaim, “It’s so good to see you!” It has been months since I’ve engaged in the virtual coffee shop world and am so glad to be back. How have you been? What is your drink of choice? (I’ve been favoring iced lattes lately.)
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you all about how work has been going. Since getting home, I’ve been doing field work for my dad on the farm. It’s exhausting, spreading moldy bales under trees and spreading massive frost-protective blankets across strawberry fields, but I’m thankful for the opportunity. Plus, I sleep very well at night! Continue reading →
If we were having coffee, you’d know right away that I am a mess. My week was awful.
You see, I’m not a crier. I’ll go for months and months without shedding a tear. This doesn’t mean I’m not emotional–I definitely am. My emotions just don’t manifest in tears very often.
That being said, I’ve had FOUR meltdowns this week.
Three happened in my car. The first of these took place after the first training session for my new job. The second was this morning on the way to church. The third was an hour or so ago on my way home from church. The other sob-fest happened over my bowl of Rice Krispies cereal on Tuesday morning.
As I said, I am a mess.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my new job is proving more stressful than anticipated. I’ve finally got most of the day-to-day things under control, so my time in the office goes fairly smoothly. But there is so much I don’t know or understand. I have zero experience with finances, bills, invoices, payments, etc. And, suddenly, I need to know how to do all of these things. The people who are supposedly there to help me have proved only marginally useful.
I spent the entire week doing my best to stay positive and keep afloat. Two of my nights were sleepless ones. The while time, I thought that, if I could just get to the weekend, everything would be okay. HA. JOKE’S ON ME.
On Friday, I had to go in for my second training session while the rest of my family went to the movies. Which TOTALLY sucked. My little brother was home from college and I wanted to spend time with him. I got to the office a bit before seven, as planned. At 7:08, I got a text from the lady training me (who used to be in my position) saying she would be there by 7:30. She didn’t end up getting there until almost eight o’clock. Which meant I spent an HOUR of my Friday night sitting alone in a cold office playing games on my iPhone because I forgot to bring a book. Because of her tardiness, we weren’t able to cover all the information and now have to meet again on Tuesday evening.
So that all sucks.
If we were having coffee, you’d know that my fourth and final meltdown of the week happened because I almost got into a car accident on my way home from church this morning. But thinking about that just makes me more depressed, so we won’t go into details.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I saw the band The Oh Hellos live on Thursday. It was, by far, the highlight of my whole week. The show was INCREDIBLE.
The first opener was a band called Family & Friends and it was obvious that it was their first tour. You could feel their enthusiasm oozing from the stage. Their expressions were wild and excited and you couldn’t help feel it too. It energized the whole crowd and set the tone for the entire night. When the headliner finally took the stage, we were all screaming before they played a single note.
If I could transport myself into the past, I’d go back to being in that crowd on Thursday. It wasn’t very relaxing, but boy it was fun. My friend and I let loose and went crazy. We sang along to all the words we knew. We cheered. We raised our hands and clapped. I completely let loose and danced, jumping and flailing awkwardly, losing myself in the music. Gosh, it was a blast.
You see, The Oh Hellos are a phenomenal band. They make music not for profit, but because they’re passionate. Their passion is evident in every note. Their music is clearly rooted in Christian faith, but they’re not a Christian band. Their instrumentals are rich and flavorful and all the songs have deep, sophisticated lyrics. I’d gush about how awesome they are more, but it might be better to write about them in other posts. (So stay tuned for that.)
So, yeah. Aside from going to the show, it’s been a pretty crappy week. On the bright side, things can’t get much worse. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go curl up under a blanket with a comfort book and go into hermit-mode during the remainder of my day off. Later, though, I’ll come back on WordPress and would really love to hear how your week has been. What would you share over coffee?
If we were having coffee, we’d be bundled up in sweaters sitting outside. The world is a painting of reds, golds, and browns–the leaves are just past the peak of color and are starting to fall. I’d suggest taking a walk to enjoy the crisp air and crunch of leaves under our feet. If your hands are cold, bring your cup with you. It will keep you warm!
If we were having coffee, I’d let you know that I HAVE A NEW JOB! You are now looking at (or rather, reading the words of) the new Interim Director of my community’s Chamber of Commerce. Of course, the job isn’t permanent. It’s only for a couple of months while the Chamber looks for a new Executive Director. I’m just there to fill in and give the board of directors time to find a good fit for the position.
The frustrating thing, though, is I hope to start tomorrow and still have no idea what the job looks like. I know I’ll be addressing the emails, phone messages, and mail that have come in over the past few weeks. I know there are meetings I’ll have to attend–mostly to take notes. I know that I now have keys to the building and a desk in the old Historical Society building. But I don’t know what my days will actually look like.
My goal is to meet with the former Executive Director sometime in the next couple of days in order to learn the job. The problem is, she’s not a very competent communicator and doesn’t really understand what I want from her. She keeps texting my mom (who is the Vice President of the board) about it. Mom passed her my contact information so she and I can figure it out… but clearly she’s stressed and confused because she hasn’t actually contacted ME yet.
It will all come together. Hopefully we will be able to meet. If not, I’m pretty good at figuring things out. If all else fails, I’ll go to the office tomorrow (after all, I DO have the key), poke around for a few hours, and hope the info I need is lurking in a desk drawer or computer file.
If we were having coffee, you would know that I visited my college town for the first time as an alumni! I didn’t think I’d be making the trip to Morris any time soon, but my old Bible study co-leader organized a retreat for the group and asked if I would be able to come as a guest speaker. My old roommate, Alli, and I founded this Bible study four years ago and it was one of my favorite parts of college.
The retreat took place at someone’s house. I was delighted to find that almost everyone in attendance were original members of the group. We had art night on Friday–which was a fun exploration of acrylic paint and Canadian rom-coms. On Saturday, we ate meals together, went on a prayer walk in Pomme de Terre Park, and watched Friends on Netflix. Alli and I gave our talks, which both went well.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my trip to Morris has me feeling incredibly blessed. As an introvert, I find that the best kind of people are the ones I can be with for hours without feeling drained. Hanging out with these girls was like that. I’m not close friends with anyone in the group, but that really didn’t matter. We’ve spent so much time throughout the years laughing, making memories, and discussing faith that friendship comes naturally. Being together again felt just like old times. I can’t remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did.
My faith hasn’t been flourishing since leaving Morris in May. It hasn’t been growing, but it hasn’t been receding. I know that there are lots of important things going on that I can’t see right now. This weekend was a wonderful reminder that God has big things ahead and I’m right where I need to be.
Now the time has come to turn things over to you. How has your week been? What would you share over coffee?
Some days, the future feels like a looming, messy mountain that I don’t know how to climb. I’ve been in a period of transition for the past six months–suspended between one area of life and another. There are so many roads, so many possibilities, and the constant pressure to know my route. “What are you doing now that you’ve graduated college, Amelia?” “What do you want to be when you grow up?” “When are you going to have things figured out?” I do my best to push aside the uncertainties, but some days it just eats at me.
Today, though, the future feels whimsical. I don’t know where life will lead me. I’m not planning it out. My strategy is to take things one step at a time, starting with this day. If I can figure out the now, I can cross the next bridge when I come to it.
This evening, my mom and I had some quality Mother/Daughter time. We went shopping, saw a movie in theaters, and had dinner at a restaurant. It was so much fun to get away from work and just soak in life. The drive home brought deep conversations about life, faith, and the future. Our talk got the gears turning in my mind, which lead me to writing this post.
Recently, I came across the following quote:
“Whimsy doesn’t care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.” Bob Goff, Love Does
There are a lot of great things happening in my life right now. Tomorrow, I attend a board meeting that will solidify my first big girl/real adult job. It’s not a full-time position, nor is it permanent. It’s a a door that has opened unexpectedly–I didn’t apply for it… It just sort of happened. But it’s perfect opportunity to gain professional skills and get me from one place to the next.
The future is still there and it is still very much unknown. But right now, the mountain doesn’t seem so daunting. From where I’m standing, the mountain is beautiful and I’m starting to see the path. I can’t wait to lace up my boots and start climbing.
There are so many things I’m unsure of. But I know one thing: I’m on my way.