Talking to the Universe

I recently had a very Zen moment, wherein I decided that I would stop trying to figure out what to do with my life and just live it for awhile. It sounds rather simplistic, but actually I’ve been happier the past few weeks than I’ve been for a long time, having taken some pressure off of myself. Of course, the irony is that now job offers and possibilities are presenting themselves to me in large quantities. I am working as a substitute for Ben’s old daycare/preschool and, although I haven’t done any substitute teaching for them yet, I am also signed up for the Tucson Unified School District as a substitute — they called me in August, and I applied last January. Since I am working on a book and starting a non-profit, I thought this would be plenty of work for me. Then, I got an e-mail from an old friend who is now in the foreign service, urging me to apply for some jobs that are coming open. And then, I received a call from the city library, asking if I would like to be a program instructor (the pay is twice what I make hourly at the dayschool) on Saturday afternoons. Unbelievable! I’ve been searching desperately and unsuccessfully for a job, any job, for two and a half years, and the moment I give up, the offers come pouring in. My friend Sheleen says that, according to her brother Josh, you offer a request to the universe and wait, and it will come back to you in due time. (She also says that she is probably saying it all wrong and Josh is going to kill her). So maybe I put in too many requests and never waited for an answer…regardless, I am awash in possibilities, and so I suppose it is time to send something else out to the universe — a thank you.