I prayed for favor; instead I got fired.
The frost settled on the ground from the night before, the sun was already up and the traffic was starting to build for the final workday of the week. With the engine barely running long enough to put the car into motion, I was off to work with a thermos of hot tea as the only thing warm in my car... My commute to work took only that of 15-20minutes; so just barely long enough to get that heat crankin, center my thoughts, and spend a few quiet moments in them before I would get to the studio and have to burst into energy to help everyone have a fantastic day. (for the sake of the story, where I was employed doesn't matter - You can think it was an art studio, a studio for dance or even a boutique of clothing with your imagination;) The important details are outside of the actual place of work. I had been on this journey for the past few years. I knew what I was called to and still pursuing that, but I had to pay bills and put food on my table, so I did what an...