Stormy Skies With a Hint of Sun

John has an interview set up for tomorrow.

I cannot believe how he has hit the ground running.

Last night, he spent all his time after Sprite went to sleep hunting down jobs on every search engine he could find, even one that Kyle, a rogue commenter, suggested last night. He has picked up some leads and the same supporters as last time have rallied around him once more to spread out their tentacles of hope and opportunity.

While most people (Damn straight I'm raising my hand on this one!) would retreat to their respective corners and lick their wounds for at least a day or so, John has not let this side line him whatsoever.

He's in good spirits. I'm the pessimistic one, but I can't help but be bolstered by his unflagging energy and determination. We're in a flipped position.

I'm supposed to be his shoulder, I'm supposed to be murmuring words of encouragement.

My words are ready. I've written them down.

He just doesn't need them right now. He doesn't need the reminders. He's already on the right path. He has his map and even stopped to ask for directions. He doesn't need any game plans I have to offer.

He needs me though. A little rah rah cheer would also help.

"Go, John! Get that job! Before they hire another slob!"

No?

"John, you'll make it, yes, it's true! You will because we believe in you!"

Much better.

Just don't ask me to get in any pyramids. I hate heights.

Comments

[Ingrid Cohen]

Thanks Jen, you are John's shoulder!! Your support and opinion had been always very important to him. Thanks. And I agree with you in everything you said about him. I believe in him also, I know he is very positive and when you believe in Gold, He know how to play the game in your life. We always have to say Thanks God, even for those events that we think, are not too good; they happen for some reason. Thanks God, we know another door is going to open soon.