Hail to the victors valiant, hail to the conquering heroes.

I'm currently sitting at work, though I'm not at work per se. I'm watching the Michigan (GO BLUE!) game against Notre Dame. I feel awkward yelling at the TV alone, even though I want to; there are people in here playing ping pong, and they may not appreciate my "sports tourrets". You should know, however, that I'm cheering loudly and even singing along to Hail to the Victors on the inside. But holy cow, those commercials for "The Michigan Difference" make me miss Ann Arbor.

I have important things I ought to be doing right now, but I'd rather not bog down my near-perfect Saturday afternoon with something silly like responsibilities. I actually got to sleep in this morning, which may mean that I woke up at a quarter past seven, but that was enough. I laid in bed for a while, read, cuddled with the puppy, and finally rolled out of bed sometime close to nine. Then I parked myself on the couch and watched a movie.

It was rough, I'm telling you.

I've needed the break. Working 40-50 hours the past few weeks has worn me out. I finished my two-turned-three-week stint at the local college bookstore yesterday afternoon. It turned out to be a really fun temporary job, but I'm glad to leave behind those long days constantly on my feet. Maybe now I'll have enough energy to start running regularly again.

And time to apply for jobs. Yesterday evening, I heard back from the organization in Austin that I interviewed with, and was disappointed to learn that I was not chosen for the position. I also got three or four other rejection emails and letters this week, so I'm a little disheartened by the job search process at the moment. Not to mention that I have a lot of big decisions to make that I was hoping to avoid. Do I stay in Galveston for a while? How long? Do I just move and hope for the best? Do I go home to Michigan? Go back to school? Grad school? An alternate training program?

In any case, I can't thank y'all enough for your prayers and well wishes last week as I prepared for and went to my interview. I'm holding tightly to the idea that this job simply wasn't the right one, and that there IS an opportunity out there for me. I don't know when I'll find it, but I'm certain that I will...eventually. Even if it means side-stepping and pursuing other avenues in the meantime.

I don't have many other leads, so I guess hope is the best thing I can cling to.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

~From "Hope" by Emily Dickinson