The “Bad Husband” Chronicles

Just another day for you and me in Paradise

Be hopeful

Posted by mozziestarlet on December 18, 2008

Well, this has been a hectic week to say the very least.  When I woke on Monday, I had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing everything that is facing me presently.  When I actually allow myself to think about it longer than say thirty seconds, I find myself swimming in an ocean of despair.  So, I always try to put my  ‘happy happy, joy joy’ hat on and face the world  with the hope and mission of tackling my adversities.

I met with my attorney this week to sign the dreaded ‘D’ papers, and despite the fact that I know I am making the right decision for my long-term happiness, it is still a gut-wrenching process.  It doesn’t matter what circumstances led you to this precipice or how horrible your situation has become.  When you are sitting there, staring at the finality of your broken dream in black and white, it knocks the breath out of you.  You begin to reflect on the good times the two of you once shared, how you fell in love with your spouse, and the plethora of promises you made to one another when it seemed like you would conquer the world together.  I will always cherish these memories and despite my heartache from another failed marriage, I will hold on to the good times we shared.  This is the only way to move forward without becoming a victim to raging hostility and dislike of the other person.  Hating and blaming your spouse may seem easier for you to progress, but ultimately, the person who suffers the most from harboring this resentment is you.

To get back to my story, my week was off to a rocky start and I was certain that things could not get any worse than they currently are.  I found myself falling into the habit of holding a pity party for one, until I realized that absolutely nothing positive could arise from thinking and feeling this way.  I do have much to be thankful for and those are the things I should embrace now.  My wonderful and completely selfless family, my cherished inner circle of friends, and last but never least, my adorable snaggled-tooth puppy of 11 years.  Once I began to channel my negative energy into the positive aspects of my life, I received a call for a second interview for the most rockstar job I could ever dream of.  The company is fantastic, stable and profitable.  The job itself is an eerie match to my talents and 14 years’ experience in the industry.  When I went back to meet the rest of the team that I would be working with, I felt an instant rapport with them.  Not only were they incredibly bright and intelligent, but they each had such a great sense of humor.  Let me just say this…a sense of humor should be a requirement for the field in which I have worked all of these years.  It’s a high stress, demanding, visible position where you are held to a higher standard than most of your peers.  Without getting into too much detail, let’s just say that it’s a fairly niche type of position.  Not many people fit this role or have the patience (or talent) to truly do well.  Ironically, I fit this niche which has always made me more marketable in the job arena than many others with a more generalized background.  However, on the flip side of the coin, these type of positions are few and far between so it’s entirely up to you to sell yourself, your talents, your merits, and most of all, why they should select you above all other candidates.

So, I went into this second interview and did just that.  I didn’t hold back or allow myself to be too intimidated not to ‘toot my own horn.’  And the interview went off better than I could have expected.  When I put that first foot on the floor this morning, I felt hope swelling inside of me.  Hope that this fantastic opportunity will pan out for me, hope that I can conquer a new life on my own, hope that I can be around others who appreciate me for who I am rather than who they think I ought to be and hope for a more promising tomorrow.  After coffee this morning and a few nibbles to settle my growling stomach, I received a call from this company to return tomorrow for a final, third interview to meet the CEO and partners.  Naturally, I am thrilled beyond measure.

What is the moral of Mozzie’s story?  Hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of things…and a good thing never dies.

hope

6 Responses to “Be hopeful”

  1. cottonsocks said

    wow you couldn’t have written a better blog entry. Negativity, pity, thinking bad about people does no good your absolutely right. There is no better way to move onward and forward by looking at the positives, looking at those who love and care for you and holding them close.
    best of luck with the third interview 🙂

  2. Marius said

    Nice blog. I love that you write about animals too. You should do something about animal abuses.

  3. Synthpop is dead said

    Go get ’em tomorrow!

  4. Synthpop is dead said

    Forgot to mention some synthpop lyrics even though synthpop is dead.

    “We hold onto the rope. We hold onto hope.”

    “Love never dies” (You should know which synthpop band sings that one even though it’s a very generic, banal phrase.)

    Of course, we all know that hope springs eternal.

  5. Angie said

    Great entries of late, Mozzie! Your story eerily mirrors my own and it’s been a pleasure to read. Thanks and best of luck in interview number three!

  6. Dagendam Dave said

    go mozzie…it’s your birthday….lol! good luck again kid! :o)

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