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as if it weren't enough

As if foreclosure, bankruptcy, and divorce weren't enough, I'm considering a new job. I've had a few promising interviews (OK, two interviews total, but both were promising). The interviews have shown me that I do have something to offer to a potential employer, and that any employer would benefit from hiring me (or keeping me).

I've again turned to the library for help. I chose a book called 48 Days to the Work You Love by Dan Miller. When I picked it up I didn't know I was choosing a book with a decidedly spiritual bent. Reading it in conjunction with The Shack by William P. Young is really rocking my devotional world. The Introduction ends with this little contract:
Believing that God created me for His purposes and scheduled every day of my life, I commit the next 48 days to a new clarity and a plan of action for moving into God's calling for me.

Miller's observations on success provide a useful way to compare and contrast my experiences with DH's:
Each area of our lives requires us to make deposits of success. Tiny withdrawals with no deposits will lead to physical, spiritual, and emotional bankruptcy in relationships, jobs, and finances.

I invested time and energy in family, hobbies, exercise, reading, and friends. I maintained a positive cash flow, even when there wasn't a position for me last summer at the preschool. DH invested time and energy in work and family. His efforts resulted more often than not in the "tiny withdrawals" Miller talks about. I banked my efforts and now that I'm facing bankruptcy and divorce I can cope. I have friends. I have interests. I've cashed in on my investment, and it's helping me cope with crisis.
Success is not a future event---it is the "progressive realization of worthwhile goals." Thus, either you are successful today or you are not.

I am successful today.

Hallelujah. Amen.

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