I have spent 3 months looking for a new job. 3 months, because I’m picky with my career and what my resume looks like and I didn’t want to get stuck in another 2 year rut like old job.
In a matter of 24 hours; I found out about a position. Interviewed for position. Got offered position and accepted position. Whew!
It’s technically freelance, but a freelance position that will keep me busy for the next 6 months. A position that will help me get back on my feet. A position that just upped the awesomeness of my resume and a position that most social media junkies, like myself crave(d).
After 3 months of being in the batter’s box, I just stepped up and hit a homerun. No Pun intended.
I did a strong 4 mile run tonight all the way down to Oak St Beach. The farthest i’ve gone without a break since I started running 4 weeks ago. I know I’ll be ready for Sunday’s race and I am beyond excited!
Also, at one point between the North Ave and Oak St underpass (on the lakefront) I looked up and the skyline (with all the lights against the night sky) almost took my breath away. I seriously love that I have been raised around Chicago and have lived in the city for 2.5 years and our skyline still has that kind of affect on me.
On top of the 4 mile run, I also walked a good 7 miles through the neighborhood streets, around the golf course off addison, out to the lake and zig zagged though Belmont Harbor.
Now that I’m home, I am so proud of myself. My body hurts. And I have never been so thankful to have a deep Jacuzzi tub with some serious jet action.
If your lungs burn, your legs ache, your eyes tear-up, your skin bakes in the sun. If your music blares in your ears, your miles pile up, your shoes wear down, your mind clears and your outlook brightens. Keep driving, keep moving, keep pushing, keep running. And do it all because you can. Because you’re alive.
This might just be karma..I mean, I did double book. But seriously….seriously!?
I had planned drinks with this one guy I was excited about. Texted him this morning to confirm and got a response I would have used back. He mixed up my number, texted to confirm last night and when he didn’t hear back from me made other plans. Hmph ok?
I met the other guy last night at a friend’s BBQ. We were going to grab coffee today but when my drink plans fell through I opt’ed for patio beers instead; He was game. We were texting all day and within a half hour of going, he backed out. Literally used the line… “I gotta back out.” ::wtf::
Is this seriously what dating in Chicago is like!? I just can’t handle. I’m going to go cry in my too small, single serving glass of wine now…
And I’m Dunn with boys. (see what I did there, uh huh) I’m just going to take a page from Aibileen Clark and keep telling myself: “You is kind. You is smart. You is important.”