I Got a Job!

There's cause for celebration over here because I GOT A JOB! Yes my friends it's true. You are looking at the new secretary at Lillian Schumacher Elementary. After four interviews I was informed this past Friday that I had landed the position. I will begin work on July 6th and couldn't be more excited.

I hadn't told a lot of people about my interview(s) because I've been through this a few times before. It's not that I don't like telling people that I didn't get the job when they ask how my interview went, it's more that I don't take the interviews as seriously. That's not to say that I don't prepare for them and try hard to put my best foot forward; it's to say that I don't view

every interview as a job offer. Not getting every job you interview for will do that to you. The interview becomes an opportunity rather than a guarantee. But enough rambling.

The best part of Friday was getting to share the good news with the handful of people who were aware of my most recent job search. The first person I called was Daniel who proceeded to jump into his car to meet me for a celebratory lunch. Then I called my mom. Then I got to text a Young Life girl who kept asking after every interview if I had heard anything yet because she was "really anxious" for me. She's known me for a few years and has watched me go on a lot of interviews over the past year. I texted a friend from J.Crew who has been waiting for good new

s so she can take me out for drinks. We don't really need an excuse to get friends together for Happy Hour, but she's paying so it's a double win. I texted my friend and former supervisor in Young Life, Drew who agreed to be a reference for me a year ago when my transition off of Young Life staff began. In the past 12 months Drew has filled out a number of surveys and character references on my behalf each time a potential employer contacted him. He responded to my text that he's "enjoyed being part of the process". Maybe next time someone asks me if I'll be a reference for them, I'll need to give them a time limit. Then I got to email my small group. They had been praying for me and rooting me on. It felt good to give them a positive update instead of news of another job missed out on. Their congratulatory responses were fun to receive especially from Molly who said, "You'd better get used to being called Mrs. Cummings". That night I went to the Royals game with my three best friends from growing up. They are literally my oldest friends in the world (20+ years). I told them I had to show them something and I pulled out my new i.d. badge from the district. Jill hesitated for a moment in confusion after reading the word secretary as "security". If she was excited for me and my new security gig, you should have seen her joy once she realized my job was as a secretary. I have good friends.

And now I get to share the news with my long-suffering reader-friends. After my last two posts, this news may not come as a surprise. I had sensed God was about to lead me out of this last season of restlessness in work. He had some things he needed to teach me that could only be accomplished through breaking me. I felt like I learned what he was trying to teach me and was now ready for the next season. Sure enough it looks like I am and here we go with a new job.

Relieved is the best word I can use to describe how I feel. That and abundance. I walked into my final interview/meeting with human resources prepared to accept a 10 month position and on the first step of the pay scale. I found out the job is a year round position which also places me in a different column of the pay scale and because of my previous years of administrative experience I am starting out a few steps up. I have benefits paid for by the district. It's awesome, just awesome. Because I had never run the figures of hourly pay at the step that I'm at and for a full 12 months, I pulled out the calculator on my phone on my drive home. When I saw the number come up I laugh cried. (I don't know that I've done that before but it is where you audibly laugh but at the same time there are tears and a little shaking. Weird.) The number was less than what I have made before, but so much more than this past year. And after learning to live on less and living with a spirit of gratitude, this seems like a lot of money. I called Daniel and told him, "I think we are rich again."

It's a good day. Go Sharks!

Dandelion

Every Wednesday night this summer we've been having over old Young Life kids who are home from college (or who just graduated high school). The time is very unstructured with no lesson or agenda ahead of time. The kids that show up that particular week determine what the night looks like. So one week it involved ice cream, answering questions drawn from a hat, and cuddling/wrestling on the couch. (Can I mention that this night may have gone in this direction because I felt like a single mom with a living room full of children while my husband excused himself upstairs to recover from a concussion? But that's another story that I'll share soon.) My only objectives for our time each week is to 1. be together and enjoy each other's company 2. be honest with each other about the challenges and changes that come with college and adulthood and 3. bring God into the conversation.

Last night involved ice cream again (it's summer time so ice cream seems to be a requirement for any get together). After ice cream we prayed. For those of my friends who know and love Chris Patterson let me just say that we prayed, as I describe it with my kids, "Chris Patterson style". And for those of you who are Young Life leaders or have discipled kids, you know what a sweet experience it is to pray with them. At one point their prayers became directed towards me. This was not my intention by any means, but if praying with kids is a joy then being the recipient of their prayers is downright heavenly. I want to share one of the pictures they prayed for me because it articulates my journey in a beautiful way that I want to record so I can always remember it.

Hartzell prayed that I'm like a dandelion. We all giggled because it's a pesky weed, but hang with me for a minute. He said that in the same way that the seeds of a dandelion get blown all over the place and then a field of flowers grows, that I give people the tools they need and then they scatter all over and "bloom". This was sweet because it is exactly what I hope to happen through things like College Night on Wednesdays. I would love it if I can care for kids and give them any tools that are going to equip them to come alive and bloom once they go back to college.

Then Katy prayed about the dandelion in a different, but just as articulate way. She said that my life used to be "all together" and then the wind blew and now I'm sort of "all over the place". Daniel and I were sitting next to each other and there was a lot of giggling from our corner of the room at that comment. Boy was she right. My whole life used to revolve around Young Life, maybe to an unhealthy degree as I lived in a bit of a bubble. My work life, social life, and marriage were all consumed by Young Life. I don't think it's a bad thing to have life revolve around such a worthy ministry, but to be consumed by it meant that I didn't have many relationships or friendships outside of it. I didn't have a hobby or other interests. I think we can agree that that's not the best idea. And now...well I have three jobs. If that's not a picture of being "all over the place" I don't know what is. But here is the poignant piece of what Katy prayed, though I am blown all over the place "God is in the wind." I so needed to hear that though it may not feel like it, God is determining my path. I am so fearful that I'm not climbing the ladder and advancing my yet to be determined career. I feel like I'm not on a forward trajectory, but am just wasting time. What I heard last night was that God knows what he's doing. I may not see the path I'm on. And that path may be a little circular, a little all over the place, but God is in control of it.

If that wasn't cool enough, then Hartzell prayed about an open window. The phrase came to mind, "When God closes a door he opens a window." I kept waiting for God to open a new door, but instead he cracked open a window. Though I may have been disappointed by the size of the window instead of another door, Hartzell prayed that I would have the courage to take advantage of new opportunities. Katy prayed about the window as me opening the curtains at dawn and letting in the light of a new day.

They asked if any of what they prayed for me made any sense. I was able to share with them about what God has been teaching me and celebrate with them that I am indeed experiencing a "new day" of health and joy that I haven't experienced in years. So I told them that yes, yes their prayers were making a lot of sense.

So I thought I'd share because kids are just so cool and because they articulated things in a way I haven't been able to. If anyone ever questions if giving your life away to kids is worth it, you need only to experience quiet moments like these where they become the ministers of grace and peace and you'll be convinced.

Where to begin again?

I am always writing blog posts in my head. Sometimes I'm composing them as I'm watching the moment unfold in front of me (like I was doing this weekend while watching a bride dance with her family at her wedding). I wasn't sure how to start writing again, but I think I probably just need to jump back in and the words that are in my head will start coming onto the screen again.

It's a day shy of two months since I last posted. It feels like an eternity. It's only been 60 some days but things feel so different. Not a lot has changed circumstantially or situationally, but I have changed. I am different and that is a very good thing. The year that I spent writing the blog certainly induced a lot of the change in me, but I think the span of time that began last summer with leaving my job, the month and half of unemployment, and still yet to be settled in a new career has caused much more dramatic change.

A few weeks ago I was praying and journaling and reflecting on the past year. I have kept a journal on and off since the third grade when my teacher Mrs. Jones gifted me with my first personal journal. There is a plastic crate in my parents' basement containing over 20 years worth of my journals. (Someday one of my grandchildren will stumble across them and give up on reading after hearing enough about all of my middle school crushes.) Mrs. Jones gave me a great gift and now I have a concrete way to constantly reflect on where I've been, who I was, where I'm going, and who I'm becoming.

So a few weeks ago when I was reflecting on the past year, I flipped to the front of my current journal and starting reading my entry from July 11th, 2010. I read my words and laughed at the person I was. I recognize my voice. And I recognize a lot of things in me that I don't like. I recognize my fear. I recognize my need for control. I recognize my arrogance. But I read that person's words and rejoiced because though I remember who that person was, I know that she does not live in me anymore. There is still fear in me. I still feel the need to control things at times. And I can be arrogant still. I recognize that girl, but not because she is the one staring back at me in the mirror. She is a memory.

My prayer on July 11th and the weeks and months that followed was that God would show me what my new calling was. I thought if he called me away from Young Life staff that it was because he was going to call me to something else. I have learned a lot of things this year, but maybe nothing as clear as the truth that God is much less concerned about what I do than he is with who I am. I began learning the basics of this lesson in my Year of Living Imperfectly when I began breaking my performance based identity issue. For me there was no better way to learn this than through unemployment and subsequent underemployment.

It has been almost a full year since leaving my first career and I still don't have a full time job. I have not found a new career. I am not a salaried employee. I have to get benefits through my husband (God bless that man). You want to talk about breaking the pride, ego, and arrogance out of someone? Try working 3 part time jobs, for hourly pay of no more than $10 an hour. I don't mind though! This life is not what I imagined when I decided to leave my job. I am almost laughing out loud at the conversation Daniel and I had where we discussed the likelihood that I could probably make more money now that I was leaving full time ministry with a non-profit. Hahahaha! But it's okay! Really it is! That's how I know I've changed! I've had to go through all of this to humble me and humble me it has. And I am better for it!

This past year has not been a walk in the park. There were times of darkness last summer that I have only experienced in seasons once or twice before. But I am so very grateful for it because it "worked". As much as I prayed this past year for a new career, I kept hearing God promise me not a new job, but that he had a plan for me in this season, a purpose to what he is doing. I kept hoping I could just endure this season of underemployment and at some point he would consider his "purpose" finished and give me a new job already. I suppose he could have answered my prayers and done just that, but then I would just be the same old Hattie with a new job. No instead he kept trucking along and somewhere along the way I started to change from the inside. My circumstances didn't change. The outside stayed the same, but my heart/character were transformed.

I could write forever about all this and how it's still occurring, but instead I'll just share how I know I'm different. I'm not sure that I have felt the change since it's been so gradual, but I've seen the evidence. I had a series of interviews for a job the past two weeks and at the end the interviewer asked me, "What's something you'd like to share about yourself that I didn't ask?" My answer, "I like to work. I'd rather be working than not." The Hattie from a year ago would not have said such a thing. She was entitled and expected a generous salary for simply showing up (and even for not showing up if she felt too overwhelmed to tackle her work that day). I have days off every once in a while (with wedding season I have been working almost every single day) and I've gotten so good at balancing 3 different jobs that I don't know what to do with full days off anymore. I know it's important to take time off and relax, but I enjoy my jobs and my co-workers so much that I'd almost rather be working sometimes. I don't dread work like I used to. Opening my email or hearing my phone ring used to trigger such anxiety in me. They were just reminders of the sense of drowning I was feeling, the inability to keep up with my job. Now I look forward to each workday. I'm not trying to save the world, but just rather make the people I interact with happier and serve the the team of people I work with.

The other large piece of evidence that I'm different is how healthy I am. Sure I feel anxious sometimes, but now instead of running away or hiding from life, I'm forced to face scary situations and overcome them. I've learned to cope with anxiety and keep living in the moment because I don't have another choice. I have to show up for work everyday. It's not just overcoming the little moments of anxiety either, it's the deep undercurrent of peace that's been cultivated. I have a new brave approach to life and a trust that everything (even the small stuff) is going to be just fine. I think this comes from facing my fears of mediocrity and living in situations I always looked upon with such judgement and condemnation (i.e. not having a full time job, being an hourly worker, not using my college degree). Man was I judgmental.

So here I am Mrs. Mediocre. But I'm happy, really, really happy. I love my husband. I love my friends. I love my life. I have more relationships and friendships now than I've had in recent years (one of the many benefits of having 3 different sets of co-workers). On a day to day basis I am completely content with my external situations because internally I am more humble and just grateful for how extremely rich my life is. I am so lucky. When I think about the long term, and of course the end of wedding season when my life will slow down dramatically, of course I would love to find a full time job of meaningful work. Which is why I've been looking for jobs again. But I think I've had to endure this past year to allow God to change me first. I don't think I was ready a year ago. Now I'm a little more ready for all sorts of situations and whatever may lie ahead because my approach to each day and the people around me and my view of myself is so different.

So here I am: poor and folding t-shirts at a clothing store. But at least I am nice and have good people around me to share my life with.

Don't be a Cynic

If you read the last post a few weeks ago and aren't someone I speak to on a regular basis then you may be wondering what the heck happened. Daniel and I were told we could no longer be Young Life leaders in our area. (Don't worry there was no moral impropriety involved.) As you can imagine, this has been an extremely difficult time for the both of us and the word "devastated" from the last post sums up our reaction best.

However we are moving forward now and continuing to live out our calling of loving high school kids, their parents, administrators, and the community we live in. Before we officially move on to unofficial ministry without titles, I thought it best to share this clip of Conan O'Brien's final speech when being forced to leave not only the Tonight Show, but NBC altogether. Daniel played this clip for me and I cannot believe how well it articulates our feelings.

If you want to know exactly how we are feeling about the situation, simply listen to Conan's words.



-Daniel became a part of Young Life at age 14; I got involved at age 16. We have been involved for half of our entire lifetimes.

-If our next "gig" is hanging out with kids in a 7-11 parking lot instead of a multi-million dollar camp property, we will find a way to make it fun. Though we'd prefer to do it at a camp with our high school friends.

-To those of you who have reached out in support, we cling to your kindness and will remember it always. When we felt like rejected missionaries without a home, your support showed us we still have a place in our community.

-We are not cynical. We are grateful for every moment we got to be a part of God's work inside of this organization. The experiences, conversations, tears, and laughter we have shared will always be remembered fondly and with longing. We are grateful for all the lives we have been invited into and will continue to share relationships with the young and old from all the different communities we were able to be a part of. (Go Northmen! Go Jays! Go Hawks! Go Titans!)

If we were to become cynical, we could ruin what God has in store. I read this proverb the day before Daniel showed me the Conan clip, "Cynics desecrate beauty." We believe God still has beautiful things in store for us, so instead of spending time looking backward and possibly missing what's ahead, we are looking forward toward that beauty.

Devastated

How do you title a blog post to sum up a situation you wish you never had to experience?

A quick disclaimer: My blog is not private and I choose to continue to keep it open because I want to make myself, my experiences, and my heart available to other people. Many people would not be able to read along if they were forced to expose their anonymity by becoming an official "follower" in order to have access to me and what I'm trying to share here.

That being said because my words are public I am not ready to speak publicly about a recent loss that Daniel and I are currently grieving. But if this had happened in 2010 I would have forced myself to post something, anything as part of my Year of Living Imperfectly daily post challenge. The good and the bad. In the best of times and the worst of times, I committed to sharing myself and exposing myself to friends and family who read along and to those anonymous souls across computer screens who may have stumbled upon my journey. Last year's blog project was life altering for me and has changed who I am and how I live. So on this day, in the worst of times, I feel compelled to share something, anything.

As I begin to weep at my keyboard, this is what I can share today.


This is a picture from Young Life's annual All City club where kids from all the Kansas City and surrounding suburban schools get together for a giant club all together. Daniel and I have had the privilege the past few years to lead these couple hundred kids in song at each year's event. The singing is fun, but the view is something I wish everyone could experience. So here it is. I took a picture one year because I wanted people to see this event from our perspective, from the best seat in the house.

This particular year Daniel and I's leader from our high school days at Oak Park got to speak. I took my seat alongside the crowd and listened to Peach's words to this crowd. Is this what Jesus saw when he spoke to the masses? Is this what He felt when "He had compassion on them because they were like sheep without a shepherd"? I don't remember Peach's whole talk because I wasn't present for most of it. Let me explain. He was telling a story, which I can't remember the point of, about trying to have a conversation with God while driving in his car and Nelly's rap song "Grillz" came on. Peach then proceeded to play a clip of the song for all the kids and encouraged them to respond "however they wanted". The result? Well these high school kids came to life. A few of them stood up and began dancing, showing off their best moves for their 400 peers in the room. Most sang/rapped along. I watched and was overcome and burst into tears. I caught a glimpse of the way God sees his kids. I watched sensing the heart of the proud Father who loves, I mean LOVES teenagers. We've all been teenagers and there's no denying that this is a special time of life so unique to any other age we will experience. The moment simply was kids being kids and me falling completely in love with them for being exactly that.

I ducked out the side door and broke down outside overwhelmed by love for the hundreds of kids on the other side of the wall.

Today I hold onto this memory and to the overwhelming love that I still feel for teenagers and for the God who loves them and me more than I can ever comprehend.

You Know You Have a Weight Problem When...

You know you have a weight problem when you create a weight loss competition at work and only 3 people sign up.

I am not someone who sits around at work and complains about my weight or the way I look. But if it comes up in conversation I am not afraid to casually mention my distaste for the extra lbs. I'm carrying around. That being said, it came up in conversation and a co-worker and I thought it would be fun to host a Biggest Loser weight loss competition at work as inspired by the TV show. We thought the accountability, support of the group, and a little competitive incentive were the perfect ingredients to motivate some spring weight loss. We decided on a start date of March 1st and posted a sign up sheet in the backroom. I signed up. She signed up. Two other women signed up. And with plenty of room on the sign up sheet still left, no one else decided to join our ranks. At that point I looked around at our staff and had a bit of an epiphany. No one on our staff (really including the people who did sign up as well) is carrying excess weight. They appear to be in great shape and I never really hear them complain about body image stuff.

Do the majority of people I know exist in a healthy state without the ever present thought of weight loss? Because since high school (and even a little bit during that time) have always had to think about my weight. I guess I don't have to think about it; what I mean to say is "watch" my weight. I don't naturally enjoy working out and thus it is not a regular thing for me and I also wouldn't say I have the best discipline when it comes to eating responsibly. As a result I've always had room to lose some weight, some years more room than others.

I'm catching a glimpse of life beyond weight loss. I want to be one of those people who takes care of themselves and is thus not always thinking about the room I have to lose. I'm realizing this is possible because I'm not one of those people who really struggles with my body image to the point where it doesn't matter how much weight I lost it would never be enough. No it's just that I'm actually kind of pudgy. Well not really anymore, but I was 2 years ago before I began losing my initial 20 pounds.

That's right! 20 pounds! It took me around a year and I've been maintaining that weight for about another 12 months. So, see people? People are always nice by saying, "You don't need to lose weight." And then when I finally did they were like, "Oh you look great." I must have hid those 20 pounds well because it seems like a big number and I never really felt that big. I know people were just trying to be nice by telling me I didn't need to lose weight and I appreciate that. But it's not like I didn't like myself. Sometimes we just get overweight and it's okay to lose it. It doesn't always have to be a huge emotional battle. Sometimes fat is just fat.

I think The Biggest Loser competition at work is about to dissolve. It's March 14th and we still haven't officially started because we haven't done our initial weigh-in. The fourth person who signed up recently removed their name from the list. I'm about to throw in the towel before we've even begun as well. This is normally how weight loss (or attempts at weight loss) go for me...best intentions. But I've proven I can do it and I'd like to shed these last extra pounds and then be done with it forever (or at least until I deal with baby weight if children are in our future). It would be nice to live in a state of "maintaining" rather than attempting to lose weight. I'm ready to live like the rest of the healthy world.

If you are looking to read a hilarious weight loss blog check out my friend Dan's journey: Dan vs. Fat. His conspiracy theory concerning the methods of the Girl Scouts and their cookie campaign is particularly entertaining.

The 3 Job Myth

Long time, no see little blog o' mine. I've missed you. I think of you often and compose blog posts in my head, paragraph by paragraph, but I never sit down anymore to record them here. I have the day off today, which in my world of three part-time jobs doesn't happen much. However, please allow me to address my three job myth.

I have some very sweet people in my life. In fact I have to say that I can't remember a time since college that I have had such a numerous amount of relationships. That is one of the perks of having three jobs: three sets of co-workers. Not to mention the multitude of friends who have taken pity on my current state and take the extra time to check in on me. Their pity (compassion and genuine desire to support me) has led to a lot of re-connections and intentional time spent nurturing my friendships. More on this in a later post.

I continue to get asked the same question or hear the same assumption from many of these very sweet people in my life. This is what I am dubbing "The 3 Job Myth". The first aspect of The Myth comes from this sentiment, "Three jobs! You must be running around all the time." The Myth is that I am busier than people with one full time job. False. It sounds like I am working all the time, but I rarely hit a full 35-40 hours of work in a week. Rather I work very short shifts and they are just spread across all seven days of the week. So when I say I rarely have a day off don't feel bad for me because some days I am only working for as little as 3 hours at a time. As I was accumulating jobs, each place was only able to offer me a few hours each week, thus necessitating the need for me to acquire yet another job and before I knew it I had three.

As I type this I realize how unintelligent I may seem, or at least inefficient. But anyone who has been unemployed in this economy can relate. There simply are not an excess of jobs out there. I attempted to gain full-time employment and went through a few interviews but was unable to secure the jobs. Believe me I am going to try again, but sometimes you just do what you gotta do.

The second aspect of The Myth is that I am making a lot of money. Ha ha ha! Excuse me while I try and compose myself from all the laughter induced by this statement. FALSE. Now that the first aspect of The Myth has been debunked, it is easy to see that clearly I am not making much money. However for anyone who was still fooled by The Myth of 3 Jobs, an assumption like this would actually seem pretty reasonable, "Three jobs. Good for you. Make the money while you can before you start having kids." My response was, "I'm just trying to survive financially so that I can have kids." I think people who worked three jobs themselves at some point either a. did it in a different economy b. did it in fields that were higher paying (i.e. not creative fields) or c. chose jobs more wisely than I have. I can see how if I had one full time job and then two supplemental part time jobs, I could be rakin' in the bucks. People believing this part of The Myth are not off-base in their assumption. They just don't know me well enough to understand that sometimes I'm not the best planner.

I so appreciate the love and support I am receiving from, as I'm calling them, the cheerleaders in my life. My squad is growing and I would say it numbers in the 30's! There are some co-captains on the squad for sure, but the coach is most definitely my husband. It makes me teary as I type now and reflect on the unwavering support he's provided since January of 2010 when this transition process began. He gave me the freedom back then to leave the safety and security of my previous job and has not faltered since. He sets the example to everyone else in my life that, "Hattie needed to leave her old job to pursue what God wants her to do (though she may be a little unclear about what exactly that is). And look everyone we are going to support her and cheer her on every step of the way!" Then in my mind all my friends and family line up behind him in their navy blue letter sweaters with red "H's" sewn on the front like a little team of cheerleaders. Daniel has a navy blue wool baseball hat with a red H on the front. (The H is not for Hattie, he just liked the hat. But that's where my imagery comes from.)

I am so inspired by my own team and groups of people who form teams in times of crisis when they rally around a loved one who is diagnosed with cancer or another life-threatening disease. Whether it's a breast cancer walk or a 5K, I am so inspired reading the t-shirts of those who run by proclaiming they are running for "Team Kelly" or "Team Frank". It's a beautiful thing to be rallied around like that, to know that you are not alone, to know that you don't have to carry this "thing" alone.

There's a job I'd like: professional cheerleader. It's a shame that all the things I want to do don't actually pay (like the Fun Police idea). But I'm slowly realizing that maybe my call of what God wants me to do is not going to be done inside of a career, but in all the other parts of my life, in my relationships. Maybe the more important things I do in life I won't receive a paycheck for. I want to start a cheer squad for my cheer coach. I want to wear a blue letter sweater with a columbia blue "D" sewn onto it (Oak Park High colors, duh). I've received so many blessings from my team that they will spoil if I don't share them and pass them on to others in need. I can at the same time be the recipient of all this support and be a cheerleader myself. What a waste if I hoarded all this to myself. I want to wear a letter for someone else now. I mean after all, I have three jobs and some people have none. That's just selfish. I should give a few of mine away.