So I took this time to apply to jobs, travel, visit family, and tap into my creative side. I created a bucket list and killed it! From my discomfort and uncertainty came The Culturalista! I was motivated to live a full life and trust it would work out.
By the end of the summer I endured two lengthy interviewing processes. One of the jobs filled the role internally and the other was for the HBCU recruiter position for Teach for America. An email that read "Congrats! Welcome to the Teach for America Staff" was sent on a Wednesday! I was ELATED! I was going to get to help people and still affiliated with education. DOPE. My family was so supportive! They even got me new work clothes and shoes. I received an "oops we sent the email to the wrong person" DEVASTATION! whhheeet yoooouuu mmeeeaaannn? THEY PUMP FAKED ME! I cried for 2 hours that night. I prayed and told myself that I only had that night..and in the morning life would go on.
&&& it did! The summer ended and I was still unemployed. It was CLEAR! Atlanta had No love for Glo..so it was time to GO! So I started to apply to other cities. Charlotte it was! I love that city anyway. I got a lot of love from the job market. Interviewed for a leadership rotation program with a mutual funds company..."great feedback, but you don't have enough experience. We want to bring you back for another role" here we go again...at this point I'm numb. I accept the next interview. And that Sunday in church the pastor told us to pray boldly and ask God specifically for what you want. Also, discussed how most times the resources are right in front of us. Sooo I reached out to my social media connects, life group, and random friends. Talk about things moving! It was almost as if God wanted to see if I trusted Him enough to leave my comfort zone.
My testimony is one of pain, anger, feeling less than, trusting God, remaining faithful, an amazing support system, praying people , praying parents, supportive siblings, supportive friends. A faithful God. I did not have an abundance of money. In fact, my savings ran out at the end of August. But God always provided. Today the Pastor said from little resources come the most creative things. I truly made the best of my situation and the things or opportunities that came my way. I just trusted that it would all work out and it did!
Signed,
THE CULTURALISTA