Remember when I said I was quitting my job to be a writer? Well, turns out that idleness doesn’t suit me. And I’m not the most self-motivated. (I haven’t written for this blog in…well, let’s not talk about it.) So I’m back in accounting but this time in the corporate world.
It’s somewhat different from public accounting and it’s challenging, but I like it. It’s a great place to work. We develop and manage hotels which means I get discounts all over the country. Pretty nice perk. Nothing’s perfect but here’s some high points.
I park in a garage. I was a little leery at first because we all know parking garages can be dangerous but it seems okay. And the best part is you don’t have to wrestle your umbrella into the car when it’s raining.
There’s good security. You have to have a security badge to make the elevator go up to the fourth floor. With all the shootings on the news, it makes me feel good that they take our safety seriously.
The bathroom is fancy. I mean, listen, each stall is it’s own little room. It’s always spotless and there’s always enough TP. It matters to me considering where I came from you couldn’t tell if the toilets were even swished at night. But anyway…
There’s a gym. Not that I frequent it but still it’s there if I suddenly become athletically inclined. It would be a good excuse to go shopping though.
Like I said, nothing’s perfect and there are definitely cons but I know this is where God wants me because no matter how frustrated I get or how hard it is to adapt to a new environment and new people, I’m just so happy I’m not where I was before. Change is hard, but change is good. And at the end of the day, every day, I know that change is exactly what I needed.
It’s been nearly a month since I left my job and it’s been both awesome and stressful. I keep going back and forth from “I’m so glad I left” to “Holy crap! Why’d I leave the comfort of a full-time job?”
After a recent church class I realized that my angst is tied up in identity. Who am I now? Who am I if I’m not Kim the tax accountant?
I’m Kim, Who Lives at Home. I’m Kim, the aspiring author. I’m Kim, who volunteers with kids. I’m Kim, who wants to work with kids. I have to remind myself of that everyday, sometimes several times a day.
I do have plans but I want to take it one week at a time. God has told me he wants me to spend more time in prayer and I’m making an effort. I realize that I have to be patient and wait for Him to tell me where to go next. The last thing I want is to screw this whole thing up. This time is a gift from God and I’m not going to squander it.
That’s right, I want to be radical. Have you watched Darren Wilson’s films? If you haven’t, see them. They are amazing and life-changing. But what I want to say is, someone said that the people in Darren’s films are “radical.” I want to be like that.
I’ve said in my About change that I’m “sold out” to the Holy Spirit, meaning that I want Him to lead my life. No one else. Period. That’s why I quit my job. I felt God leading me away from accounting and it was a big “put up or shut up” moment. I might even go so far as to say it was radical. But that’s how I want to live my life. I want to live from one of those moments to the next.
I can’t really think how my life could have gotten more boring as it was. Now I finally feel excited to be doing things. I get up expectant for what He has for me. I do have a few tentative plans but nothing major. And that’s just fine with me. Here’s to being radical.
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'” Jeremiah 29:11
So, I, uh, well… I kinda quit my job. Yikes. I actually wrote it. I quit my job to be a writer! Yay! Just kidding. Kind of.
Let me back up. I ran into a friend of a friend at Barnes and Noble the other weekend. I went to buy a copy of Thirteen Reasons Why and drink iced coffee in the cafe like a legit hipster. She’s going to a local college to get some kind of Masters and working there to make ends meet. I asked her how she was doing and she said she was happy doing that. Happy. I had a total epiphany. I have savings and I hate my job. What am I doing?
I’m just so over it. I’m over accounting, I’m over the utter crazy that is the management and I’m over being depressed about how my life turned out. So I didn’t get married in my twenties and get stuck in a job I hate because I’ve got bills to pay and kids to buy stuff for. That was the dream, right? Well, screw that. I just turned 30 and I’m going to take this opportunity to make myself happy, because I’m so tired of being practical and sucking it up for everyone but myself. And I may never get this opportunity again.
I also feel like God has something more for me. More than just this job and all the crap that goes with it. More than being single and yearning and all that blah, blah, blah. God is leading me away and I have to follow that no matter what. Like I’ve said it’s about trusting him even if others think you’re crazy. And trust me, there are some people who think I’m nuts for doing this.
So, anyway, I decided I’m going to take a gap year to find myself before I start the next chapter and find my bliss. Carpe diem, y’all!
Brokenness is usually seen as a bad thing. People want to “fix” you or help you “put yourself back together.” Maybe we should change our mindset about brokenness. My friend attended our church’s annual Women’s Retreat. They were given the following letter among others but this is what stuck out to me.
My favorite part is Jesus’s glory shines through the cracks. Your brokenness doesn’t have to define you or take over your life. If you lay it at Jesus’s feet, he will use it for good.
Yes, I have cracks and they are a part of who I am as a person. Those experiences have helped me get to where I am today. I want the light coming through those cracks to shine on the people around me. Depression is not my weakness. Jesus will use it as my strength. There are a lot of people out there who need to know that it’s okay to be broken. Medication and therapy are necessary but giving it to Jesus is the only way I know to truly heal. Let Him be your healer.
This summer has been hard. I’ve been really listless and bored. I just haven’t wanted to do anything or go anywhere. Some of it is the oppressive heat but a lot of it is me. I’m a home body. I’m not a very social person. I just prefer to stay home and watch Netflix or read. I know I need to get out more. I just haven’t had a lot of opportunities.
A recent sermon about mentors really hit me hard. Our pastor said to be living a Biblical life we need to be making disciples. We need to be mentoring someone and someone should be mentoring us. And I bristled a bit at that. Mentoring takes two. It takes someone investing time and love into you. That’s a little beyond my control. I can’t just ask someone to do that for me. It made me realize the lack of people in my life. So I started praying about it.
Last Saturday we had a women’s one-day conference at the church. At the end they announced that a woman who had just moved to the area was opening her house to women who wanted to connect. It was answered prayer. A small group met at her house the other night for fellowship and I didn’t have any anxiety about it. Usually, as soon as I sign up for something, I immediately regret it. It’s easier to just stay home and do my thing but I really felt like I needed this. And so did the other women there.
Our church is pushing these kinds of groups in homes because that’s the Biblical church. People connecting outside of church and becoming family. It is sorely needed. Our church has over a thousand people attending every Sunday and we come and go like ghosts. We want to connect with each other in a real way.
I’ve finally reached the point where I’m fed up with being a ghost. I need more people in my life. I have my family and my church fellowship group which are great, but I need more. I’m rebelling against myself. I’m rebelling against the urge to stay where I’m comfortable. My 30th birthday is coming up and I have actual plans for a celebration. That never happens. I went from having nothing to do to having a pretty full social calendar this fall.
I don’t know if taking myself on makes me a rebel with or without a cause but I do know it’s time and that God is faithful.
... the musings of a BARELY thirty-something, married, Southern librarian with a wildly inappropriate sense of humor, an inability to gauge most emotional cues, a dear best friend since ninth grade, and a stubborn, mouthy, redheaded country boy to accompany her through life.