This month marks six months since I left my job to move to another state.  That means it has been at least one hundred and eighty (180) days since I had a formal title (other than wife and mommy), a desk, a business purpose, and yes, the hours that led to a paycheck. This also means that I’ve been looking for a job for that long as well.

I’ve had my share of job opportunities. Some returned my call. Others have not. I’ve been aggressive in my approach to get my resume out into the area and yet there has been little to no return. Sometimes, it causes panic while other times it turns out to be a blessing in disguise.  To encourage me, my husband reminds me that my average time to land a job is a little over a year. Mentally, I find myself in a race to beat that time. This year, I actually did it. However, when there is no childcare available, it renders a person unavailable to take that position. So one is back to square one again: no job and a small amount of prospects.


Yesterday, I found myself reading a paragraph on weight loss in an article. It was a weight loss success story and it was a reminder that not every race is meant to be won. That sometimes the true success comes in the journey and the loss instead of the win. Right now, I’m applying that thought to my life.  Let’s be honest, I’m not winning the race to find a job here. I’m not even winning the fastest person to even be considered for a job. It is this very thing that I must come to understand and respect. Let me tell you, it’s not easy.

But I will say this: one can’t ask the Universe for something, take all the actions against what was asked and then get mad when the Universe grants the very thing that was initially asked. For example, I asked for some time to get my health together. I wanted to be fitter, more mentally stable, just all-around healthier for myself and my family. I have a goal and I want to actually achieve it since our kid is old enough to need me less where I can do more things for myself – like exercise.  Now I have the time. No job = more time for me and you know what? I’m going to take it and run with it.


Does this mean I’m giving up the job search? No. But it does mean that it will not consume my life like it has been in the past. It means whatever interest I have will be put to the front. It means that my kid can enjoy mommy more without wondering if every call I receive will mean that our time is shortened. It means that I can breathe a sigh of relief because I applied to a job I didn’t want just so I can say I have a job. It means that I can figure out who I am aside from being a wife and mother. In reality, that’s the race I need to win anyway. The race to find out who I am, what’s my purpose, do something about it and enjoy life before my time here is done.

So if you’re going through something similar, remember, not every race is meant to be won. Not every time are we meant to have something fall in our favor. Learn whatever lesson is presented to you in the struggle, apply it to your life and don’t worry about what’s next. Why? Because it helps us to appreciate the times when it did work in our favor. It’s the gateway to learning the lesson life was trying to teach us in a different way. It’s a reminder to do what you love, not what you must in the meantime. Please don’t think that it’s a reason not to do something about your situation. Keep in mind I’m still job searching. However, it’s not the main focus anymore. I am the main focus and I encourage you, my readers, to make yourself the focus too.


Until next time, as Jesse Jackson once said, “Keep Hope Alive” and know that this too shall pass. There will come a day when you will win the race that was set before you and that you will look back on your journey to your success with gratitude and pride. However, until that day, work on you. Better yourself in every way so that when your time comes, no one, including yourself, can stop it.