Fauxtographer | me
This picture was taking during the genesis of the liberation movement in my life. Cammy [my car] was camped out in a small alley in a hippie's heaven [Little Five Points, Atlanta] and I was on a quest to find the perfect urban setting for my fauxtoshoot. I ran across this nugget and my camera gave birth to this awesome piece of inspiration.
What do you mean by liberation movement in your life? --Glad you asked.
Shortly after returning from Spain I began working at a call center in Atlanta. If you have never worked at a call center before praise God and DON'T unless you're ready to do the time. After 6 months of dealing with redundancy, ignorance, bread crumbs [money] and constantly feeling like my coworkers were my cell mates I quit resigned. Being a slave to the clock especially for mere bread crumbs was no longer an option. The fact that a bachelor's degree wasn't a requirement made me feel some kind of way, and I refused to waste the knowledge I had acquired during my years at the university on well, nonsense. The job was a total nightmare like track glue in your hair nightmare. A plan of escape had been visualized and and y'all I executed! I packed my things, said farewell to my cell mates coworkers, informed my supervisor that I no longer wanted to work there and I was out. Let me be the first to tell you, there's something liberating about walking out the door of a building that you were confined to for 40 hours a week for the VERY last time. Meanwhile, I had no idea how I would pay my bills namely student loans without a job, but I was smiling from ear to ear and the pep was in my step [do you hear me]. Finally, I was free and able to rest, relax and do things I enjoyed. The days of R&R quickly expired, and applying for jobs became my full time job. I failed to see the fruits of my labor after about a month, and discouraged I became. An unemployed educated woman who was a financially unstable, unaccomplished graduate with assets shared her feelings with anyone who would lend an ear. I would often say, not only have I worked in another country, but I have a freaking bachelor's degree! [Obviously I had not gotten the memo that a bachelor's degree alone doesn't mean much these days.] I was convinced it was time to take my talents elsewhere, so I submitted my résumé to a few companies in the DMV area. Lord and behold I snagged an interview. Excited I was! The only problems were my funds were nearly depleted, Cammy is old wasn't ready for that kind of trip, and I only had two days to make it to Northern VA for the interview. All problems could have easily been resolved, but pride refused to let me ask my parents or beau [boyfriend] for help and the struggle got real. If you're wondering, by the grace of God I made it to the interview and got the job. Am I currently working there, no. After 6 months or so I relocated right back to Jaw-jaaaa, and that story my friend you will have to read in a separate blog entry.
Meanwhile...
Challenge Yourself
If the One true living God has placed it on your heart to be or attain [insert noun(s) here] then have confidence in Christ that whatever it is has already been DONE. This photo continues to inspire me to not only trust my struggle but more importantly trust God during the struggle. Keep p.u.s.h.ing persistently and dare to trust God to do what only He can do.
Love, peace & blessings <3
-J.Ev
