Each of those words/phrases now describes me.
Jill and I had a small ceremony on the Quad at Emory on 4/18. We had two of our friends and classmates officiate, another friend play some music, a friend read some scripture, and a ton of friends surrounding us, supporting us. It was a really awesome time. Then we went to our fantastic reception...aka Candler Prom. It was a great night.
I finished my last paper for Candler, and perhaps my last paper forever, last Friday at about 4:30. It was a glorious feeling. I literally felt my shoulders lift, the burden I had carried for as long as I can remember now gone from me. No tests. No papers. No projects. My academic career is complete, at least for now. I might go back in the future (or back to the future? Baa-bum-bah!), but my brain needs a break. And now it has it. I am relishing this fact very much.
And now, I am looking for a job. I sent my resume to close to 50 churches and other places. Now, the waiting game. It's killing me. This is one of those times where I envy my Methodist friends. While they don't get a choice in their position, they are guaranteed a job (assuming they get commissioned). That would be nice. Instead, I sit here, getting ready to move to a place I've never known. I don't have any connections there. And I've found that, more important than your skills or ability or potential, what matters most in the job hunt is knowing someone who can put in a good word from the inside. Yes, I have references who will gladly say some good things about me (I hope?), but they, too, are outsiders in a sense.
So, I'm praying. And waiting. And hoping that I will be able to find some employment that means something to me. A way to put into practice the knowledge I've been stockpiling. I hope it works out. I don't want to be a cubicle monkey, but I will if I have to. Let's hope I don't.
That about covers it. Now that school is over, hopefully I'll be able to come up with more substantive and mind-stimulating posts.
Peace...
