Job Hunting

I was singing...to myself...in the car ride home from my friend Jen's house.  With EV I sing all the time, mainly to tunes that actually exist but without the real lyrics.  Example A:

(Sung to the tune of Baby Beluga)
Baby Evelyn with your eyes so blue
Do you know how much I love you?
I love your little smile and I love your little nose
and I really love your itty bitty toes!

Most of the time though the words never rhyme or even fit into the alloted syllables.  They usually revolve around whatever I'm doing at the moment...changing a diaper, cleaning bottles, having her tiny hands pull at my face until I think my cheeks might come off....really anything is sing-able.  I even sing when I change her dirty diapers.  If you can sing about poop, anything is fair game.

On my way home I was thinking about my job search and how exciting/scary/new/challenging/did I say scary? this whole process has been.  My resume is now in the hands of "Who's Who" of college softball.  I'm talking some big names here.  You turn on ESPN this weekend to watch the super regionals, you can pretty much guarantee my resume has been forwarded to these legends.  There are a few openings, some I may apply for, but really I'm still waiting to see what even becomes available.  I'm being very pro-active and in turn I am feeling very encouraged by the various replies I have received from aforementioned celebrities of softball (they are celebrities in my world). Side note since it just happened, Arizona you CANNOT strike out looking with bases loaded in the bottom of the 6th when your team is starting a rally.  I'm pretty sure the girl didn't go up there to strike out but doesn't matter, she did.  Back to the scary job hunt.  My confidence has been growing and I'm starting to trust everything will turn out fine.  I tell people this all the time: things will turn out like they're supposed to turn out.  Why don't I remember this?  So.....on the way home I was randomly putting notes together and these are the words that I came up with:

(Sung to the tune of who knows what)
Everything I tell her
Why can't I tell it to the mirror
Don't be afraid, take chances
The world's all right.
Sometimes I'm so scared I cry
I'm so nervous on the inside

Alright, I'm not going to be a poet, or a song writer, and in my head the words were leading to a happy ending Taylor Swift style.  Her is Evelyn by the way.  Whenever she is crying I tell her the world is ok, she's ok.

No one knows (of course God knows) where I'll end up next year.  But I have a loving and supportive family with a great plan B...or even plan G...so the world is ok, I'm ok.