It has been a long time since my last post. I mentioned on the last one that this year was about change. Well, change has knocked on my door. I will be without a job by the end of August and this news has caused me to think about my life: my past, present and future (even more than before).
When one is let go from a job, one questions oneself. Was I not good enough? Do I fit the job description on this post, or this one or that one? “I could be a dog walker… Why not? Right…, that job does not pay the rent.” “I could drive trucks; I’ll get a CDL license. The pay is very good according to this post.”
I started to consider options I had discarded in the past and new ones I never though of considering.
I am worried.
The quest for survival has been the main drive of both my professional and personal life, with little room to pursue my real interests or indulge in the pleasures life has to offer.
I know this does not make any sense, my sentences are incoherent. Bear with me; it will make sense with the help of the illustrations.
I am hopeful.
I hope that something fabulous will happen and everything will be fine. I’ll find a nice job, we won’t have to move and everything will be alright.
I am scared.
When bad times come, most people go away. It feels as if I have a contagious disease that no one wants to catch.
I am strong.
I’ll get through this. I have been here before not too long ago. The load is bigger and heavier now, but I think I can.
Until next time.
Arlette
