Like I’ve posted about the majority of the year, I’ve been wrestling with the idea of even living God. I graduated college this year with no job, and I’ve been desperately searching for something in my field before I resorted to trying a retail job towards the new year. It’s been rejection after rejection, and even a few scams.

The only prayer I’ve been able to muster out is asking for a job and a girl to do life with. Some sort of life, cause tbh I’ve been rotting away living at home despite hitting the gym, working on projects, helping friends with their work and job searching.

Then, I had a small email exchange last night, of which I was doubtful and thought I was gonna get scammed again, only to get a phone call from a small college athletic department looking for a media director. The college is so small it operates sports games out of a church. The pay at the end of the sports season would leave me with some legs to build on for next year, and an easier time facing upcoming student loans.

So, after a really good phone call with the college’s athletics director, I’ve got an interview next week. Literally this morning, as I was heading to the gym and I guess was visibly ticked off or depressed, my dad had told me he understands what it’s like to be in my shoes. Later he said something about pride possibly keeping us from God’s blessings, but I haven’t thought much on it.

I’m trying not to celebrate, and bracing myself for a “sorry, found someone more qualified” email over the next week, but I’m hopeful for the first time in a while. Thanks God. Even if I get passed over… I’m close. Close to something. I’ll take it.