Attack on joy

Today I’m veering from talk about food or a restaurant. It’s been a difficult week, mentally, and I feel the need to release a tad bit. Please bear with me. Last Friday marked the end of the internship at America’s Test Kitchen and with no job, yet, the days become more of a blank canvas. Thus with nowhere to be in the mornings, my mind is left open to guilt, worry, thinking about what I said. I won’t go into finite details here, but it’s a struggle. The challenge is filling the day in productive ways. The lazy side wants to relax and welcome the job into my hands. I’ll be honest. I don’t want to look for a job. The motivation and enthusiasm aren’t there. Oh, that Jesus would change my outlook, to delight in the task. He wants to teach me something through it. I can worry about it, but it only harms my relationship with God and Jesus, goes against God’s Word and harms my body. Nothing good comes from worry.  Please pray for me.

I turned in an application at a bakery and have an interview for a line cook position today. The interview is a step. There is joy in each step, if I only relax and look for it.