Last month, I lost my job. Some say I became another victim of the financial crisis that exploded four years ago; however, victim is a label I refuse to wear. Yes, my job was completely eliminated due to “strategic corporate changes,” yet still, I do not see myself as a victim. I am a strong, intelligent, professional woman who received a push toward a new direction. It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable. At times it’s downright frightening, but it’s … right. Deep in my bones, I know it’s right.
Terror and excitement pounce inside me like two stubborn, prize-hungry boxers in a ring. One minute “Excitement” thrusts its fists high in the air as “Terror,” on its knees, clings to the ropes. A minute later, the fighters exchange positions.
I don’t know what my future holds … but I never did. I thought I knew. I had plans. I still make plans. I still dream. I still strategize … I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. But, no one ever truly knows what calamity or unbridled joy will be opened from one day to the next. No one makes plans and expects them to be rewritten … but sometimes a rewrite is simply a push in the right direction.
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, And she smiles at the future.” – Proverbs 31:25 – NASB