Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Yesterday, I applied to Macy's to be a stock processing and placement associate when I found out that they were hiring for that position. I don't know why I keep applying there since this is my 4th (yes, 4th) interview with them in the last year just to be turned down the first 3 times. Maybe I'm just doing this to feel better about myself since I've always gotten at least a first interview with them since I haven't had an interview with anyone since around mid-May with Wells Fargo and T-Mobile. I just hope that things will go better this time around since I'm not interviewing for sales associate so I can actually get the job. However, the reality is that I will most likely be rejected. Must I keep doing this to myself?

Life is strange...

I think life is a strange thing. Especially over the last month and everything I've been going through during it. It's been an emotional roller coaster lately. I won't go into the details of it here(especially since some of it isn't my story to share on the Internet) but it's definitely been wreaking havoc on my life, especially over the last couple of days.

I think the only thing that's really got me to keep going lately is the thought of, "Things can be so much worse than they are right now." For example, this last weekend wasn't the best weekend (we all have those weekends, right?) and on top of it, I overslept by two hours on Sunday, causing me to be late in what I needed to do to get to church on time, arriving right when the priesthood and music were being released into the congregation. Which means no sacrament for me for the week. I still think things could have been so much worse -- I could have opted out of going that day completely and missed out on hearing a thing or two I needed to hear by doing so (especially in Sister Yearsley's Relief Society lesson).

I just got done reading Mosiah 20 out the Book of Mormon a few minutes ago, which is where the daughters of the Lamanites are kidnapped. While reading, I couldn't help but think of how this just reinforced what I've been telling myself all weekend. Things don't seem so bad in comparison to their being kidnapped. In some ways, I'd almost prefer the kidnapping to the last few days. However, we're all given our trials by Heavenly Father for a reason and He's decided this one is mine. I just hope I can make Him proud of me and have the strength in which to do it.