In the half year I was out of work, I had interviews with four different potential employers. I know for a fact that three of those interviews came about specifically because of my volunteer work.
I’m tired of waiting around for something to happen. So tired of it, in fact, that I won’t do it anymore.
I’m reminded of “keeping it real” often when I’m volunteering at the crisis line. Sometimes I do keep it real. Often, I don’t. When I do and when I don’t depends on a host of variables.
This business of denial reminds me of something a dentist once told me. Decay, he said, is an insulator. It prevents pain from being felt, but left unchecked, it makes the situation worse. Denial, I think, works in much the same way.
“I like to think that all the things we go through have some purpose,” she said. “I like to think that I can use what I go through for something good.”
Immediately, even before I heard the words “we’ve eliminated your position,” I became aware of a tsunami of emotions that quickly swamped me. I noted them like children might call out the different kinds of cars going by their house: There goes anger, there goes grief. Wow, there’s a lot of fear out here today. Has anyone seen denial yet? It was nearly amusing.