After too many days of dry, parching heat, the rain has finally come. I'm not sure all of our vegetation will spring back, some of it looking rather...dead. Beyond repair.
I can't help but compare by making this an analogy of my life at the moment. So long a dry-spell without love or genuine kindness. Too long with the lies and manipulation and control. Far, far too long away from myself having gotten lost. Is there a way back now? Is there a rain fall coming for my soul? Or is it simply just too late. Self too far gone, too damaged, beyond ability to receive the rain if it does come?
I was given a clear, and quite powerful sign around the job search. An opening at an organization I've drooled over for years - since college. I've sent in my resumé, made contact with folks who might know someone. And now I must wait.