Happy New Year family! I'm back another year on the blog, praying that 2024 brings abundance, prosperity, and peace. I wanted to share a real-life testimony, both for y'all and as a reminder to myself when I decide to re-read this post on my next trip down memory lane. Recently, I've been applying to new jobs fervently. My contempt for teaching has grown to the point I'm contemplating putting my two weeks in with no backup plan. I've done maybe 20 applications in the last few months. Two first-round interviews and no callbacks. Today I got another all-too-familiar rejection email from a perspective opportunity that would be a perfect fit for me. Although I was nervous in my Zoom interview, I still hoped my responses, energy, and resume would grant me the opportunity to make it to the next round. But after reading the rejection, doubt began to set in, and quickly too. "What if I'm stuck teaching? How will I be able to get out of this field? Who is going to...
Just a black woman dedicated to living life lavishly