Having struggled in the muck of a mediocre job placement with a quite toxic and deprecating environment for nearly a year, I finally discovered a heaven-sent employment move. Hello, I am the newest member of the Missions Office for the Archdiocese of Seattle. While it is strange to be working for the pope (hierarchically speaking), and for the Catholic Church directly, I am crazy happy right now. The Missions Office does some amazing work, including such biblical directives as feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and loving (in appropriate fashion) on the poor. (See Matthew 25) The work is so fulfilling that there is no amount of administrative strife to ever match the joy and satisfaction I feel. Well, not so far at least. More to come on that I suppose.
I am grateful for my formative years of being a dummy kiddo, collegiate alcoholic, existential crisis-ed mini-adult, and now, a floundering grown-up. My life is so shaped and filled by all the luck and love of existence--thank you thank you! To the universe, family, friends, mentors, lovers, enemies, cats, failures, triumphs, and of course, to you dear--thank you for this one wild and precious life.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamen
