Year of Miracles

Been awhile, I’ve been blogging. So much has happened in 2012.

My current job is going well and I’m utilizing skills I went to school for (that’s a bonus!), I am paying down on my student loans (even more of a plus!), and helping my church with its music and communication ministries. I consider 2012 the year I came back from my set backs.

As we embark on 2013, another new year, I’ll call it the “year of miracles”. I have no idea what miracles will happen, but something tells me if I believe well, it will happen. Image

Don’t laugh, but I’ve been making a resolution with God…four resolutions, in fact. They sound silly to me, but I got the nerve to talk to God about them. Whether those resolutions will be resolved, is a mystery, but I hope they’ll be resolved.

Happy Holidays to you reader, and may 2013 be your year of miracles, too.

Got a New Job!…

Got a New Job!

If you think you can’t, you won’t; if you believe you can, you will. (Author: Unknown)

My year of progress unfolds bit by bit. I started my new job on Monday, May 14, right after Mother’s Day weekend. Leaving my last job was bittersweet. I never knew I had such an impact on people in the office until my last day. I got cupcakes and brownies, from my supervisor, including three cards signed by almost everyone in the office. I got a recurring theme among co-workers who commented to me that I made their day with my smile. Who knew? I sure didn’t, but it was nice to know I left on a positive note.That was Friday.

I already was in work mode for my new job and started the following Monday. New to the position, I was flooded with an overload of information and already felt overwhelmed. I once thought, “What did I get myself into?” but I knew God was at the steering wheel and driving me towards the direction of progress. I went through a lot the last three years: emotionally, financially, and even spiritually, but 2012 is already showing progress and I have God to thank.

I’m so excited to be starting the job after one week and one of the perks is I get Fridays off. Not sure how I’ll spend that extra free day, but for now I’m just thankful to be in a job I think my skills are catered to. If you’re wondering, my title is executive/communications assistant for a president (can’t say which).

Right now, I’m thinking of what I’m doing to do for the rest of the day and looking forward to better days ahead.


The Dilemma


On Dec. 4 (Sunday) I was told that my car was hit into by a family friend. The family friend had to pick up a member of the household I live with who had to go to the airport. It was 7 a.m. (as I happened to be sleeping around that time) that the family friend came and as they were backing out the driveway, they had sided right into the side of my car, which was parked as far to the side of the driveway as possible, leaving enough space (or so I thought) for another car to easily pass through. The hit left a very unnoticeable dent (from far away until you’re close up) with visible scratches.

Later that day, I got the news of the accident. I went to check it out and was (I’ll be honest) upset. The relative I live with (and who witnessed the accident) came back from the trip and has not said a word to me about it, neither have I received communication from the family friend who hit my car.

The dilemma is the culprit is a family friend, should I overlook the mishap and think nothing of it? My car is gray so the mark is not that visible, but at the same time if I wanted to sell the car I’d be the one paying for the cost of that mark. My question is: What should I do?


Taking a break from it all–so I travel

I had to get out–really go out of town to clear my head on things. One week passed and I’ve been Internet searching for jobs, calling people, e-mailing, social networking and still haven’t heard from anyone. I’m expecting this turn of events in my life to be a lone and discouraging one, but that mustard seed of faith says to me to keep pressing on. Yet, I needed a breather.

I’m with my family in Indiana (the crossroads of America) and being with them encourages me. We all watched the Superbowl yesterday. Many of my family members who live in Indy are wild about the team. You should’ve heard us–screaming and hollering in the 1st and 2nd quarters of the game going into the second half. My mind was lost in the battle between two teams (both deserving the Superbowl title) and finding a job was no where in my conscious state. When the score (31-17) was stamped all over the t.v. screen as the final score–only heartbroken gestures and comments were made. Me? I just reflected on the efforts made by both teams and thought how hard each team earned their way to get to the Superbowl. Only a thing of dreams for all NFL players.

I’ve had shares of dreams and some came true and others not. I’m coming to understand that sometimes when we come upon pathways that lead to different directions, it’s up to me to choose where I want to go. I’m there and I haven’t given up in my job search. I have, however, given up on taking the Colts’ loss so hard. They still have their millions, while I’m hanging on to find employment. They have their fans, while my family members, friends and God are my fans. But one thing is in common the Colts’ and I have–we’ve got heart. We might not always get to where we want right away but we’ll get there (one day). That one day for me is beginning now.