I went for a job interview in a beautiful part of Ireland last month that went well but I didn’t get the job. That was hugely disappointing for me as the job was perfect and I would have happily moved there in a heartbeat.
Then I had a hysterectomy last week that went okay and now I am in recovery mode.
I guess both of these things are negatives but , in a way, they both have an incredibly positive ‘wrapper’. That positive is that both things, my job search and concern about my health, led quite directly to me getting sober.
In my attempt to return to the world of work I had a job interview in January 2014 that I was extremely well qualified for. By then, I had already taken a two year break and I knew I should reengage again, but I was also still drinking way too much, fat, scruffy and largely unmotivated. So, unsurprisingly, I didn’t get the January job. It was about a week after that that I decided it might be a good idea to try being sober for a month or so to jumpstart my motivational engines. I never planned to go for ‘forever’ but, at the end of that first month, I realised I felt a WHOLE lot better for not drinking and that I actually liked how being sober made me feel. So I didn’t get that job and it got me sober. Sadly I didn’t get the more recent job either but I gave it my all in the interview and did the best I possibly could. The feedback was very positive and I felt good after the interview. So, although I AM massively disappointed, I know I can bounce back from it.
At Christmas last year I knew I had a fibroid, a large benign tumour in my uterus. But after a spate of heavy drinking pre-Christmas and throughout 2013 I began to wonder if the pressure in my abdomen was something worse. My liver blowing up perhaps. Logic told me it was the fibroid but I had such awful reflux and bloatedness I definitely was afraid I had liver disease or a stomach ulcer from years of drinking. So that was also a very direct catalyst for me to stop drinking. Luckily, as soon as I stopped drinking the reflux disappeared and I began to be less bloated and it turned out that, yes it was just the benign tumour that they have whipped out of me this week after all. So although it’s a pretty crummy thing to have, that fibroid, more than anything, caused me to give up drinking and so has been an amazing blessing in disguise.
Here I am at the end of week one of my recovery. I’ve got a month or more to go before I can really do anything active.
I have resolved my drinking and that underlying health problem. All I need to do now is stay sober, take it easy for a month or so and keep scanning the horizon for the ships of opportunity that will take me to the next gainful employment. I genuinely believe that my future employer is going to get a much better version of me than my last employer got, even though I loved that job and gave it my all.
So thanks failed job interview and large benign tumour! You were two clouds on my horizon that really did have silver linings.