When last we left our She-ra, a job termination had just gone into effect - cue music for emotions ranging from shock to sorrow to numb... to relief. I allowed myself a good wallow yesterday, we had a family dinner last night (I was feeling too fragile to attend my book club meeting) during which we circled the wagons and I made a wry reference (although the topic is certainly serious) to the fact I'd just read an article that more middle-aged white women were committing suicide these days...
After a good night's sleep... today I had a long-overdue haircut, got the dog to the groomers and am closer to negotiating resolution of our plumbing issues - to quote Dorothy Parker: might as well live :-)
Although it's raining outside, shining prevails - thanks to my dear friends for phone calls, e-mails and blog comments. My support system overfloweth and I am humbled - my husband and I have talked and, at this point, I'll be using November and December to prioritize projects in the house (plus we always take a week around the holidays to visit relatives in Georgia and South Carolina). January I'll begin searching... and I can honestly say I am usually in the right place at the right time - in the meantime, we'll find ways to sacrifice without deprivation.
I also have to share that, in the midst of my stress and worries, I received some perfectly-timed validation... from the Blogosphere, of all places... in the form of an invitation to write a guest post on another blog... music-related (imagine that!) - thanks to Boyhowdy for the opportunity to re-focus my energies for a while, as well as engage in a larger community with similar interests... :-)
SONG: Cover Me by Robin Batteau (I can't find the lyrics but a song sample can be found here - scroll down to Track 7 on Disc 2)
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
QUOTE: "God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion." ~ Pliny the Elder
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
QUOTE: "God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion." ~ Pliny the Elder
((((Susan)))))
ReplyDeleteI know that you'll call me for that aforementioned lunch date when you feel like talking..in the meantime I am sending hugs & love & assurance that beyond these big dark clouds there is a rainbow.
xoxooxox
p.s. I might have a job opportunity..we'll chat...
limited wallowing can be good, eh? And it sounds like your guest blogging is very promising! By January, hopefully the world will have changed quite a bit.
ReplyDeleteHey, M ~
ReplyDeleteI promise to call... and am very much basking in the glow of your rainbow in the meantime - thanks, my friend... <3
A job opportunity, huh? - looking even more forward to our get-together (if that's even possible... :-)
Hey, Catherine ~
ReplyDeleteI have always been a fan of the wallow (see my previous Worry posts) - as you say, the emphasis is on "limited"!
I had a blast with the guest-blogging opportunity and hope to chime in again - maybe one day my music passion and a source of income will collide (from my mouth to goddess' ears... :-)