I don't even like baseball...

Life threw me a curveball last week....and I don't even like baseball. Up until this point, 36 has been pretty amazing where my personal life is concerned. I have finally found someone who makes me smile when I'm in the worst mood. He thinks I'm beautiful even when I'm wearing ratty sweats, an oversized hoodie, and not a bit of makeup. I could go on and on, but I will spare all the mushy details. I thought 36 would be the year of Jocelyn after this happened. I was wrong. God and I were not on the same page evidently where my professional life is concerned. I thought I found the perfect job. It was what I had been looking for. It was going to make all the countless nights and weekends completing homework worth it. It was going to complete the year of Jocelyn. Again, I was wrong. I haven't been this distraught over something like this in quite a while. Hearing those words "we've offered the job to someone else" was like a punch in the gut and a kick in the shins that left bruises that still remain a week later. I thought I was a shoe-in. I thought I was qualified, better yet, more than qualified. I had and still do amazing support from friends and family, but it was and still is hard to understand what went wrong when everything was aligned so seemingly perfect. I don't know where I am going professionally...obviously this job wasn't in the master plan. I could sit here and write cliche after cliche of what family and friends have said to me, but those same cliches aren't going to get me my dream job any sooner. So now what? I like my current job, don't get me wrong. But I want a job that I LOVE. I want a job where I wake up every morning excited to go to work. I guess my turn will come. So until then, I will continue to pray and dedicate myself to the hunt in hopes of that perfect job. Maybe 37 will be the year of Jocelyn...professionally speaking.