The Meaning of Life

Here it is (the long version, of course):

About a month ago I responded to two adds on craigslist for part-time jobs in Nashville, figuring if I got them both it would be a perfect harmony of work. One was at a dog bakery (bakery for dogs, not baking of dogs) and the other was an animal keeper position working with exotic felines at an undisclosed facility. I emailed both, heard back from neither. Both had been old postings so I figured they'd been filled.

Today, I hear back from the exotic feline keeper posting! It has been some time since I sent my email so they emailed me to ask if I was still interested in the position. It was very hard for me to not respond "YES ABSOLUTELY I'LL BE THERE TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!" and instead to respond in a semi-professional manner. It's part time and it pays minimum wage.

I would have to get a second job. It's in Nashville. A city I've never been to and don't know if I like. I would probably be living pretty close to the edge, as far as making ends meet every month.

But I don't care.


Because 20-30 hours a week I would be working with exotic felines. I'll come home sweaty and smelling like cat urine. I might come home just to change into another uniform and go back to work.

But I don't care.

This is the kind of job I'll make it work for. This is the kind of job that's worth being miserable for because everyday I was at work I would be so happy I could cry. That kind of happy makes it a lot easier to not cry when you're miserable.

I don't have this job yet. I don't have an interview yet. But I have contact. I have someone asking me if I'm interested. But this feeling right here, this lets me know that for the right thing, for the thing I want, it's worth it. That's a good feeling. Every other doubt and fear slips out of my mind because what I really want to do is, in fact, what I really want to do.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up about the job yet, but I'm glad that it gave me a sign that my heart is in this and it'll be worth it when it finally happens.