the one with the phone call

"I'm wearing a wrinkly maroon sweater that looks like I pulled it straight out of the attic particularly for this soulful weather, which i did; quite unashamedly.

[However,] these days of late, I have realized that I do nothing extraordinary.

I go to work at an ungodly hour, come home...work on a project, or write. I can't shake the feeling that I'm just not getting anywhere."

I paused after writing that last part; I couldn't decide where the rest of that thought was leading. I would like to say that my pen would spell out sentences about trusting that God has a point, but who knows...

Because a moment later, my phone starting buzzing with a call from another potential employer wanting to schedule an interview. God is good.