Do you believe everything works out like it is meant to be? Or, some variation of that? I do.
Shortly after I closed my Etsy shop in March 2020, as a result of COVID-19 and the shipping delays we are still experiencing coupled with the store closures and my inability to procure supplies in a timely fashion, I began my hunt for a “real job” to replace the lost income.
I applied to the grocery store first and much to my surprise they scheduled a phone interview the very next day. Anxiously I waited by my phone…for nearly 45 minutes past our scheduled interview time. More than 4 hours later, the women left me a hasty voice message that there was a miscommunication and if I called her back in less than 15 minutes I could have an interview.
Since I was in the middle of lunch and she didn’t even apologize…I decided it would be best to let that ship sail.
Then, I applied to be a COVID Contact Tracer and same thing happened, very next day, interview granted. However, this time the agent didn’t bother to read my resume and misinterpreted an award I received for writing in the field of Safety and Health as an occupation in the health. Obviously, quite different she summated and curtly declared I was not qualified for the position. Click.
I happened to be in the car with Isabel, my 11 year old, when she contacted me and as I turned around and looked at her sweet face I could see she was sad for me. In an effort to make her feel better I told her it’s ok, it just wasn’t meant to be honey. This or something better. This or something better. This or something better.
Then, I spoke aloud (to the Universe, God, whatever you want to call it) and said, “it would seem to me that you are telling me that I am meant to teach people to sew and that I should stay the course. That’s fine and all, I love what I do, and I adore my creative community; but, you are going to have to pay me to do it.” That’s all.
Two hours later. Seriously two hours! Ding goes the inbox.
An unsolicited offer to collaborate on a nationwide initiative to ease the isolation so many people over the age of 50 are enduring during this unusual time. Honestly, way before COVID; but, even more so now our seniors are suffering from the impacts of social isolation.
Heck yeah! Right up my ally. I love working with the smartest, wisest, most creative segment of our population and I am absolutely qualified to be the Club Leader of a Virtual Sewing Club. Count me in! And, by the way, thank you for your speedy response God, Universe, whomever you are.
That single email, my sweet friends, secured me a full-time, with benefits, salaried position at a living wage. I started Tuesday.
True story and proof IT ALWAYS WORKS OUT JUST AS IT IS MEANT TO BE.