Every job recruiter begins the phone conversation with "tell me about yourself." Cue the deer in the headlights mask, with a dribble of side drool. No matter how many times I share my life with strangers, I can't decide where to begin. I am a complex human-being - do you have enough phone data to care about every event that has shaped me and makes me qualified to be the hardest worker you'll find? I'll share my life with you, too, but I don't expect a job out of it. Maybe I do. I wouldn't say 'no'!
I begin this new blog site at the end of the year because at the beginning of 2018, I didn't know I'd be engaged, married, and living 4,943 kilometers from my homeland (I Google mapped my home address to my current location at Square One Cafe, FYI). Alas, things happen! I don't know if you have had a similar experience happen; that is, the exponential growth at which life picks up one day. It is exhilarating and daunting. It is a big tsunami sized wave of salt water that lifts you up and the excitement of motion builds as you roll higher and higher. The thing is, you're not sure what shore you'll be dumped onto or how gently.
Let's be honest; ever since the wave let me off this time, I have felt like that meme where the butter doesn't spread smoothly onto the bread and it punches a hole smack dab in the middle. I get so close to success, so close to smoothing that butter over the bread and then I have to grab a new slice and hope the butter has softened.
Care for an example? I will share one on this blog post, and save the countless others for future scribbles.
Guess how many times it took to secure an Irish bank account? Five times - 3 visits to the physical branch, and 2 attempts online. Over the course of 3 months I struggled to gather all the right documents with the right names and addresses to please the Bank God.
First, you need a proof of address; this requires a mobile phone account, which requires an Irish bank account to link it to. Follow? Yeah. Face Palm. Also, my maiden name still appears on my passport, which does not match my proof of address.
I am exhausted thinking about it! I think I have to stop writing. But you know what? I did it! I got through one hurdle and succeeded! I never gave up. One thing missing: money to go into the account.
These are my struggles turned into eventual successes. Robert Frost will appear now and remind us all "...He says the best way out is always through. And I agree to that, or in so far As that I can see no way out but through." If you turn back, you will get chewed the other way around.
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