You all know how much I just looooooove change and the absolute grace with which I deal in those situations, right? (I'll give you a moment to complete your eyeroll before I move on.............ready? Good.)
So the last few months haven't been the greatest. Seems like after my 4th of July week-long get-away, all hell broke loose. First, my man lost his job. We worked for the same organization, and I was appalled at the way they treated him. It was a very hurtful, stressful time. Then, his teenage daughter got in a bad car accident. She was the unfortunate back-seat passenger in a car that was traveling way too fast driven by a boy who thought he was being cool. Four kids in the car and all survived...thankfully, they were smart enough to wear seat belts while traveling near 80mph on a residential road at 11pm at night. A few nights in the hospital, and she's been recovering well.
This brings us to September. Right after Labor Day, I lost my job. Two days later, the man and I decide to seclude ourselves at my family cabin to try to sort through all the BS. As soon as we got to the cabin, we decided to go on a bike ride to get some good endorphins going. Positive vibes are what we craved. We were about 10 miles into our glorious bike ride when I toppled over and fell on my elbow. Of course I'd break my elbow NOW, when my health insurance is running out at the end of the month, right? Right.
Let me tell ya, job searching/updating your resume/blogging/putting in a pony tail/putting on a bra....all of these are NOT easy things to do with one arm. I had never broken a bone in my life. Why now? Because when it rains it pours, my friends. And in my case, I'm about ready to build an ark.
Now we're mid-way through October and my elbow is recovering (my ego is slightly behind in its recovery) and I've rifled out about 30 applications. The only calls I've received are from staffing firms, which isn't too comforting. This year started with me claiming my independence and trying to be strong. I bought a place of my own. I began the journey to healing my heart. And now, I risk losing my house (and my mind). Remaining strong through times like these isn't something that comes easily for me. I'm just trying to forge ahead and not let my emotions take over...because if they did, I'm pretty sure I'd punch someone in the neck.
So the last few months haven't been the greatest. Seems like after my 4th of July week-long get-away, all hell broke loose. First, my man lost his job. We worked for the same organization, and I was appalled at the way they treated him. It was a very hurtful, stressful time. Then, his teenage daughter got in a bad car accident. She was the unfortunate back-seat passenger in a car that was traveling way too fast driven by a boy who thought he was being cool. Four kids in the car and all survived...thankfully, they were smart enough to wear seat belts while traveling near 80mph on a residential road at 11pm at night. A few nights in the hospital, and she's been recovering well.
This brings us to September. Right after Labor Day, I lost my job. Two days later, the man and I decide to seclude ourselves at my family cabin to try to sort through all the BS. As soon as we got to the cabin, we decided to go on a bike ride to get some good endorphins going. Positive vibes are what we craved. We were about 10 miles into our glorious bike ride when I toppled over and fell on my elbow. Of course I'd break my elbow NOW, when my health insurance is running out at the end of the month, right? Right.
Let me tell ya, job searching/updating your resume/blogging/putting in a pony tail/putting on a bra....all of these are NOT easy things to do with one arm. I had never broken a bone in my life. Why now? Because when it rains it pours, my friends. And in my case, I'm about ready to build an ark.
Now we're mid-way through October and my elbow is recovering (my ego is slightly behind in its recovery) and I've rifled out about 30 applications. The only calls I've received are from staffing firms, which isn't too comforting. This year started with me claiming my independence and trying to be strong. I bought a place of my own. I began the journey to healing my heart. And now, I risk losing my house (and my mind). Remaining strong through times like these isn't something that comes easily for me. I'm just trying to forge ahead and not let my emotions take over...because if they did, I'm pretty sure I'd punch someone in the neck.
3 comments:
Good Grief! What the Hell?!
Okay, so this is where blog friends come in and say things like, "Hang in there" and "The sun will come out tomorrow", but I won't say those things.
Just know that I know that it's alway darkest before the dawn... (sorry, I couldn't help myself)
Keep blogging and keep us posted.
I'm so sorry about the job. It sounds like they really don't know good employees when they see them. I hope you will find something much better and SOON.
That sucks about your man's daughter. God, the scary things kids do. I'm so glad that she is recovering and that things weren't worse. Wish the accident had never happened in the first place, though.
Same goes for your arm.
Keep us updated, Kate. I'm pulling for you and hoping/praying/wishing that the perfect job and some GOOD breaks roll in ASAP!!
You have an awesome perception of fun. The only fun I've had is an awesome person to share some of life's kicks in the gut with....hang in girlie
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