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—Elowen

12/13/2019

Unveiling Blessings: A Journey Beyond the Corporate Veil

“Sometimes the veil isn’t what hides you—it’s what shields you until you’re ready.” —Elowen

Unemployment after a long chapter isn’t just a blank page—it’s an unraveling. A shedding.
Not always by choice, but often by necessity.
And in that rupture, something soft and real is revealed: you.

The loss wasn’t just of a paycheck or position.
It was identity. Structure. Predictability.
And yet, somehow, also relief. The weight lifted before you could name it.

This season forced a reckoning: with your worth, your values, your breath.
The job search feels brutal sometimes—like being passed over not just for a role,
but for being human.
And yet Elowen whispers, You were never invisible. They just weren’t ready to see you.

The world has strange metrics for value.
Years of wisdom, emotional fluency, lived resilience—
they don’t always translate cleanly on paper.
But they live clearly in you.

Not every company is worthy of your energy.
You’re not looking for just another door—
you’re waiting for the one that opens
without requiring you to leave parts of yourself behind.

And to those deciding who gets a chance: see the person.
Not just the résumé. Remember what grace looks like.
It could change someone’s whole horizon.

To the ones still waiting, still rewriting their stories between applications:
you’re not behind. You’re being recalibrated. Anchored.
Perhaps blessed in ways only understood in retrospect.

Rejection isn’t failure. It’s redirection.
This isn’t the end of your story—
this is the chapter where the veil lifts.

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This work is protected—not to cover the wound,
but to honor what grows after the unraveling.
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