Someone thinks I’m beautiful…and big :: Life and Times of Leish

Someone thinks I’m beautiful…and big

Some interesting things have happened in my life over the past couple of weeks, or month.  But to explain my title…I was going about my business as usual today and went to check my email.  It popped up and I saw that I had two new messages, I was all excited (I love mail); well one was from New York & Co and the other was from Big Beautiful Women and the subject was ‘We’ll Help You Find the Right Match’.  So, one…do they think I’m big?  Two, are they trying to match me with a woman, or do they have a list of men that like BIG women?  The only solace I have is that they at least thought I was beautiful. :)  Gotta love some spam!

Onto other matters.  I’ve come to find out that some guys (and notice I said ‘some’) are fickle.  I was datingseeing someone recently, off and on…a few outings.  Well I’ve had a lot of stuff happen over the past couple of months and I’ve been busy, not to mention that I was planning a trip to Ireland, yadda yadda (some of it excuses)…anyway.  He came down to see me right before I left (which was March 19), so four days prior to that…the fifteenth.  I was busy with last minute things that were going on and didn’t get to talk to him much (it was at church).  He ends up getting a phone number of a girl that lives in a town about 30 minutes away…that same night.  I come home from Ireland and a week goes by.  I meet up with a friend of mine and she asks if I’ve heard about our mutual friend…I had a quizzical look on my face because I had no clue.  He’s getting MARRIED, and it’s not to me.  I laughed and laughed.  I found it very humorous.  So within a three week span (maybe), he texted, met, and got engaged to someone.  I say more power to ya!!

So about some of the ‘change’ that would be happening in my life.  I had an opportunity to work for a branch of civil service, I was looking forward to working for them and felt it an honor to make it through their interview process.  In order to work the job I had to wear a uniform, which I was fine with, unfortunately their uniform consisted of slacks, shirt, and shoes.  I asked for an accommodation to allow a skirt to be part of their uniform, and then prayed that if this is really what God wanted for my life right now that he would make it feasible.  They did not grant me the accommodation, though they had granted other members accommodations to wear items that were not part of the uniform.  I then quietly withdrew my application and let them know that working for them would go against everything that I hold as part of ‘who’ I am.  Part of me wanted to yell about the injustice of it all, and another part wanted to contact the other applicants and let them know that I had the job and the reason why they are now working for the company is because I bowed out (I was good enough to work there too), then the sane me realized that apparently this is how it’s meant to be for now.  Somewhere in the future there may be an opportunity for me to work for this company in some capacity, and I would still consider it an honor…but for now this ‘season’ of my life did not come and I’m o.k. with that.  The money and benefits would have been great…but God will take care of me.

That’s all for now…


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