After many weeks talking about finding my horse while riding a donkey, I realized something: Donkeys are cute! Not only are they 
intelligent and sure-footed, they are also rational and calm. Who wants a horse when you can have a donkey? Especially after you get a gander of these shaggy haired cutie-pies. There are generations of farmers who dedicate their lives to ensuring that these once endangered Baudet du Poitou (Poitou donkeys) make their comeback. Their shaggy haired gene is so strong that even a beast with 1/8 Poitou blood will show this characteristic. Did there ever exist a shaggy beast cuter than this?
On Wednesday, I was offered a job at a naturopath/L.Ac.'s office as her medical support. By the thoroughness of the interviews (three in total) and the fact they called all three of my references, you'd think I was being hired into the CIA or something really fancy. But noooo. I'm ordering medicinary, medical assisting, and keeping her successful medical practice running. Strangely, I recall emailing my new boss three months ago about this position and then emailing her again a month ago to find out that it was still open. What do I make of this? I dream into the three month time period and imagine many scenarios my favorite being the one where Dr. Rollo is extremely picky and was just waiting for someone of my esteemed caliber to come along and sweep her off her feet. That must be what happened. Donkey in the house. Recognize.
So now what? I re-join the ranks of the employed? It has been a rough journey these past three months. I sank to new lows people. New lows. I didn't realize how identified I am with my occupation. Which makes sense because for three months I had no "occupation." And that's what I felt like...like a big nothing. No identity. For three months, I had to figure out how to fill my days with exercise, books, internet trolling, walking the dog, and hanging out with friends. Sounds like fun, right? But you know what? There is only so much time one can spend on the internet, walking the dog, biking, eating, getting coffee, and reading books before it all becomes meaningless. Without structure or goals, days mix into one another and I started wondering who the hell I was anymore. It was utterly depressing.
And suddenly, the tides shifted. I got hired for a job in my field with room for growth and career promotion, I began learning a new allergy clearing technique which has the potential of helping countless numbers of people, making loads of money, building my confidence as a new practitioner, and building my practice. How did this happen? It was like things in my life hit a kind of critical mass then everything started flowing. What the bleepologists would say that it was there all along and I was attracting it to myself the whole time. That doesn't really make sense. I think on a quantum level I really didn't know what the hell I wanted. Therefore nothing was showing up. As I worked slowly on what the hell was my logical next step, then the possibilities I imagined came to life.
So Monday begins the next chapter of my life. It's on like Donkey Kong.
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