The right brain cells collided at the right time and voila! – cognition. A large company, think affiliated with Richard Branson- I can say no more – has viewed my polished resume and cover letter, has sent me a psychological test and upon satisfactory completion, another test – a small version of a GMAT or some such – and I passed. I have been escorted from the void of anonymity and ushered to the heady realm of possibility. I scored an interview for Monday morning.
Remaining positive is crucial, essential. Searching for a job and a relationship in New York can erase the hard drive of the most dedicated and stalwart individual. I will grasp and savor my victories where I find them. It is essential that I ignore the voices that chatter about running my own company at this point, fame as an author, and of course, can I seriously still not have met a man that I can tolerate? Seriously? I did divorce 12 years ago. Surely these drek ridden years slogging through first dates, blind dates, unexpected sightings at neighborhood places and the attendant blasphemous expectations that demoralize the best of us – surely – I should be further along.
The facts are that these are the worst of times. Many people are suffering, struggling and losing ground daily. I am still ensconced in my comfortable UES apartment. I still afford some trinkets that lighten my mood and my wallet. I have some friends who are seriously rooting for me or will just be happy when I’ve stopped complaining. I can get to the gym and punch a bag with my pink boxing gloves. And I enjoy the Bravo “Reality” shows while I cycle furiously on the stationary bike. My insomnia has been offset by my ability to sleep in and post my resumes later in the morning. My cats assure me that they enjoy spending more time with me. And I can share my experiences, strength and hope with you, dear reader.
I comfort myself with the belief that the sheer enterprise and vast dynamism that defines New York puts me at an advantage. There is an employer who will value my humor, dedication and experience. And dare I believe, even a man who will understand my gypsy soul, though it has long been grounded. How does one compete with some of the best, brightest, youngest, most cutting edge talent in the world? My answer – by believing in yourself. I take a lot of media meetings as a sales woman, and I have a part-time job which has kept me from slipping over the edge. I see people who are enjoying careers and advancement. I believe that I have a similarly impressive skill set. I’ve earned millions for my employers, surely I am employable and worthy of worthy companionship.
At an age when most people are settled and bemoaning the corrosive familiarity of their lives, partners, careers, I am forced to reinvent myself. Just at the time that I want to kick back and troll travel sites with my partner and plan our next vacation in Vietnam or Venice, I am counting dollar bills and eating tuna fish sandwiches for dinner. Now that I want to roll over in bed and stroke the chest of the man that I love, I inhale sweet warm cat breath and snuggle with my Persian cats. Life is unexpected. So I choose to expect the best. I’ve tried the alternative and almost wound up in Bellevue. I have a choice, and I choose to face this challenge with confidence and courage. I choose to grow strong at my broken places.