This Thursday marks a year since I have been in North Carolina. At the time that I came I really didn't want to come at all. I expected that I would only have to be hear maybe a month if not a little more than that. Over time I was able to see that I wanted to be here a little longer because there were things that I wanted to do here at the time. I wanted to go to my cousin's college graduation, my other cousin's baby shower and then visit her after the baby was born and I wanted to go to my aunt's 50th birthday party. All of that was happening over the summer months. So I thought that I would at least want to stay over the summer. I was fortunately able to stay over the summer and attend all of those events including a family reunion that I had not had the chance to attend in several years. It was a really good time because I had not seen a lot of my family in 5 years or more. But then at the end of the summer I had to make a decision about whether I was going to go back to New Jersey or stay in North Carolina. I honestly didn't want to do either. I wanted to move to New York. I applied for a great job in New York in August. I was really hoping that I would get it. After two weeks I sent a follow up email. But I never heard anything back from them. I was really stressed out about the decision because either place meant having to live with a parent and being completely dependent. Around that time I got a job announcement for a tutoring company that was hiring tutors for the upcoming school year. I decided to go ahead and apply thinking that I wouldn't get the position anyway. To my surprise I did get the job and I decided that since I had not been able to get the NYC job that maybe the Lord had made the decision for me. So I decided that I would stay. I continued to apply for jobs in NYC and also in DC on a whim. But I would not hear anything back from them. The job with the tutoring company started in November. It was difficult at first learning to work with young children but over time I came to enjoy it and the kids were so great. But the job was only until March, or so I thought. In late January I received a notice that our school's tutoring would come to an end in February. So I was left with another moment of decision to figure out what I would do next. I had been accepted as a substitute teacher in our school system in December but had yet to take any sub jobs because I was really intimidated by having to be in control of a classroom of students for a whole day. But as the end came nearer and nearer for the tutoring job I only had subbing as an option. I had applied for another NYC job and there had still not been an answer on that either. So I had to sign up and hope for the best. My first few times subbing were not too difficult. The kids were hard to contain but we made it through each day. Then I had some classes that made me seriously question whether or not I had made the right choice. However, I had to remind myself that I am not a teacher. When I walk into the classroom I am just a proxy for the teacher. My job essentially is just to convey to the students what the teacher has already planned for them to do and to make sure that they don't kill each other in the course of the day. So I have been subbing regularly for about a month. It's had it's ups and downs but there have been rewarding moment along the way. But now I am faced with another moment of decision. The end of the school year is coming and I have to find something else to do. I have a good two months before even the sub jobs will not be available. So I am left once again wondering what the next step is. It's really got me in a funk. The thing I desire most in the world is stability. I want to know that there is a place that I belong. I want to know that there is a job for me to do. I want to have my own home. I want to be more than the background of someone else's life. Lately I have been feeling like I am just an extra in life. Like a leftover part when you take something apart. It feels as if there is nothing important or substantial for me to do except to help other people accomplish what they need to do. It also doesn't help that I have been battling extreme loneliness for the last several months. I have felt that whenever I have tried to share my feelings about all these things that I am facing and going through in my life that the people I am entrusting these feelings to have dismissed, trivialized and ignored my revelations. So loneliness compounded with confusion and anxiety about what will happen next have left me feeling like I am on the edge. Last night I went to bed thinking, "I wish I could just disappear." I honestly wish it was possible. But I know that it is not. I just have to keep going believing that at some point it will get better. At some point there will be a yes instead of a no and that things will shift and change. I'll get my own life back and I won't have to continue on feeling like a robot. Sometimes I feel like my life is just a show or going through the motions. I put on a happy face and a smile and do what I am told or asked. I listen when other people have problems. I pretend that it doesn't hurt my feelings when someone hurts me or forgets me or brushes me aside. But you can only repress emotions for so long. I have been on an emotional roller coaster for several months and I am finally dizzy from it. My mother left on a trip for work this morning but the last 12 hours with her were nothing but orders of what to do while she was gone. It was not only what to do but how to do it. Things that I have done hundreds of times I was told how to do as if I was in elementary school. I feel like sometimes I am treated differently because I don't have a job. I feel like sometimes people talk around me or over my head or talk about me like I am not even a part of the conversation. A friend of mine was talking at the table a few weeks ago to another friend asking about what was going on with that person. They wanted to know how their job was going and what their successes and accomplishments had been. They were really excited for that person. That friend never asked me what I was doing. They never even posed the question. I mentioned that I had been substitute teaching and I received a blank stare before they went on to the next topic of conversation. That same person had done the same thing to me just two months earlier. Joyce Meyer was the first person I ever heard say that, "You who is not your do." I wish more people in my life knew this or at least acted like they did if they already know because they continually place emphasis on what they do and by doing so just magnify the fact that I don't have a do right now. I remember my mother telling me several years ago that who I am was not my resume. I had been rejected from more jobs than I can remember at this point in time and I was down about it. She was saying that just because my resume was being rejected that it didn't have anything to do with me personally but I begged to differ. It was very personal to me each time my resume was rejected and even now when its rejected it is tough to shake off. I feel like my resume is me on paper. And if they don't like me on paper they must not like me as a person. It is a very disheartening thing to continually be rejected. I have been applying for full time jobs for 4 years now and I have not gotten past a first round interview. It's so frustrating because I felt like I did everything right and worked had to get the right credentials to get in only to be stopped at the threshold of making it over into the workforce. I think at this point in this entry it goes without saying that it has been a very difficult year. I can't even believe that it has only been a year because it feels like much longer. But it will have been only a year this Thursday. I always am fascinated to look back one year ago and think about what I was doing. Generally when I am looking back at the previous year it is from a perspective and place, emotionally or physically, that I would not or could not have imagined during that previous year. The same holds true for this year. Looking back a year ago I was getting off a plane from EWR in Charlotte expecting the trip to only last a month or a month and a half at best before getting to go back to New Jersey which was at that point starting to feel like home to me. I cannot say the same for Charlotte. Although I grew up here I feel like a stranger. It has changed so much in the last ten to fifteen years that it really does not resemble the Charlotte I grew up in. Also because of my lack of independence and transportation I have not made any friends here and if I had there would be no way for me to see them on a regular basis. I feel extremely alienated here. I really have no desire to stay here unless God should instruct me or put it on my heart to do so and even then it would probably resemble Jonah being instructed to go to Nineveh, ("Aww, man do I really have to God?"). I really hope that on March 27, 2013 when I am looking back on March 27, 2012 that it is from a different place, physically and emotionally. I hope that by that time I have found my home city, a home of my own, a full time job, and a community. I really hope that this next year is a year of changes for the better. I want to win. I want to experience good things. I want to be happy. I feel emotionally and physically exhausted. I am frustrated and aggravated constantly and I realize that much of that may be the enemy trying to derail me from thinking that God has anything good for me or that He still remembers me hanging on the end of the branch scared to death I am getting ready to fall. But a lot of it is me. I easily get worked up and can think myself into a bad mood in just a few minutes. It's hard to ignore the bad things, think on the good things, and see good things coming in the future as well. It's hard to do but I know that that is the only way I will get out of this mess I am. And I have relinquished the situation to God because I am at the end of myself. I know that it will not change in and of my own strength. It's a job for Jesus. T.D. Jakes reminded the crowd at Code Orange Revival to know that when you are at rock bottom that you are just right for Jesus. So I know that I am just right for Jesus because I am at rock bottom. Yesterday I was waiting for a job to start at a school but I had to be dropped off early because my mom had meetings to go to and didn't have the time to take me at the time that I was supposed to be there. I had to stand at a shopping center until it was time to go to the job. I started getting misty eyed as I was standing there because 5 years ago I never would have imagined myself without a place to go in the morning or a job to do. I never would have imagined that I would be standing around at a shopping center at 8:30 am without a place to go. But I was encouraged by more words from T.D. Jakes. God is in the business of increasing you, not diminishing you. He wants to add to you, not take away from you. You have to believe and know that is is getting better because the enemy wants you to think that God has forgotten you and that you don't have anything to live for but you can't serve God and be on a decline. It's getting better. One of my favorite songs on the radio right now is "My Testimony" by Marvin Sapp. Last year his wife went to be with the Lord after a battle with cancer. He could have given up on God when his wife died but he chooses to see the good. The last line of the song says, "In spite of calamity, He still has a plan for me, it's working for my good." My life in the last few years has been one calamity after another but I believe just like Marvin sings that God has a plan for me and it's going to work out for my good. I am believing for a mountain top experience because I have been in this valley long enough.