On New Year's Eve I always take a moment to thank God for keeping me, for blessing me through my storms. In February of this year I was blessed with a job after being off work for 6 months. That job didn't pay very much but it paid more than the unemployment check I was receiving and for that I was thankful. While at that low paying job I learned sales skills that have sharpened my presentation so that I can close more business. Lesson learned: sometimes you have to start at the beginning in order to excel.
At the same time of beginning that new job, I received an eviction notice. I knew it was coming, I just thought I would have more time to catch up with my rent. That didn't happen. Time ran out and I had 3 weeks to find a place to live. Being new on the job I had to somehow leave my personal unraveling outside while I went to work to learn how to be a better salesperson. Those days were so trying and the nights were so unsteady. Each day I came home I feared the inevitable, an eviction notice taped to my door. Eventually that day came and the process server left that dreadful piece of paper on my door. When I saw the notice I already knew what it was. In a way I was relieved. Finally I knew my destiny, as if in the darkness of my mind I didn't already know it. Upon reading it I discovered my court date was 8 days away, not enough time to take off work from a job I had just started 2 weeks ago. My stress level was at an all time high, but I had to decide not to let my situation be my death sentence. I had to continue going and not give up. But it was hard there is no doubt about it.
On top of that I was catching the bus then the train to work. It would be dark when I left for work and dark when I came home. I'm sure God sent angels to protect me. When I started making a little money I would Uber to the train station and my work angel would bring me home at night. Those were blessings I will never forget.
That entire situation taught me to appreciate the little things and to keep my faith. It is so easy to give up but harder to keep going. I believed things would get better. Never did I decide to throw my hands up in defeat. Deep down I felt this situation, these bad things would be a memory one day and that I would be victorious once again.
That's what this entire post is about, victory. It's about not allowing my circumstance to define my future. It's about perseverance. It's about believing something I can not see but knowing it will get better as long as I keep going. To me this situation is similar to being lost in the woods; you can remain lost or you can try to get out. The choice is yours.
I hope someone reads this and gains strength to keep going. Don't quit. God has your back but he can't help you if you quit.