It's been an odd time for me, this life journey over the past five years or so. Five years ago this month, I really thought God was calling me to be a youth and children's program director at a church in Mississippi. I went, and it turned out to be a disaster. After having my plans and ideas shot down time after time, I eventually gave up doing anything until they let me go.
My parents were moving back to Baton Rouge around the same time, so I took it as a sign that that was where I needed to be. I moved into their garage apartment, applied for a job at the paper and the rest is history.
I really do feel like God put me on that path for a reason. While working at the paper, I've gained a sense of self and self confidence that I was lacking before. Now I feel like I've learned all the lessons that can be learned there. Being turned down as a copy editor feels like a sign that my journey there is, if not over, at least at a point where I can progress no further.
I've been toying with the idea of pursuing becoming a closed captionist for a while now. Since watching t.v. is one of my favorite things to do, it seems like a good fit. I think I'm going to try and figure out a way to make that work. The training takes between two and three years, so I'll probably stay at the paper for at least that much longer. Seems to me that having a job that isn't particularly challenging would be a good thing if you're trying to go to school at the same time.
As for the change in scenery, I'll be finding a new place to live when my lease is up in December.