Good morning! Again today I write over my morning coffee instead of lunch because today's lunch break will be spent at the doctor getting the results of the sleep test I had a few weeks ago. Can't wait.
Yesterday, within a half hour, I got three pieces of bad financial news. All three will most likely lead to good things...for the people who delivered the news to me as well as, in an indirect way, to The Boy and will even make some aspects of my life better. But basically people who have financial obligations to me, through no fault of their own whatsoever, will likely be unable to meet those obligations, at least for a while. There are upsides. No doubt about that. But I have to wonder, why is it that everything that makes those around me happy has to suck money out of my pocket?
I could walk away from this with a lesson...don't help anyone and don't count on anyone...becuase even when people really REALLY want to live up to their obligations, they can't always do it. In neither of these cases did these people do anything at all wrong. Shit just happens.
But here's the thing....isn't counting on people...leaning on people....helping people.....isn't that a big part of what life is about? Aren't our existences supposed to be weaved in with those around us? Do I really want to be an island? One of these militantly self-sufficient people who sotically goes about her own business, taking from and giving to nobody? I've known some of those people...my impression was typically "Hard nosed, lonely bitch". Not really an image I want to cultivate, yaknow?
So I'll deal.
But I have to admit, after punch number three I looked up and VERY nearly said "what next?"....then I remembered....
Five years ago I was going through a divorce. As divorces go it was an easy one, we shared a lawyer, few voices were raised...but it was still a divorce from the father of my child, the man I had been with for 22 years, so to say I was devastated doesn't even come close to covering it. I stumbled through work, I took care of my son, and I cried. That was my life for several months. And at one point I remember talking to a friend and saying "What next? I mean come on God...is that all you got? Pile it on!"
Yeah, it's not a good idea to taunt the higher power.
I lost my job. A job I LOVED. A CAREER. And I had dear friends there...MOST of my friends were there.
Oh and did I mention it was five days before Christmas? My first Christmas as a single mom? Good times.
So yeah, yesterday I sort of sighed and trudged on. What can I do?
The end of the job/divorce story is that I ended up at a MUCH better job, in a MUCH happier relationship, and in a MUCH better life. But boy that period sucked.
So here it comes. Are you ready? When it rains it pours. I can take the rain and put it in a pot, light a flame and wait for good things to happen...but a watched pot never boils. So I'll pour the warm water into a cup and make tea....and the cup will be half full.
This has been your Cliche Cluster Moment of the Day.
Today's lunch...I'm hoping to have time to stop on the way back from the doctor's at Wendy's and get an Apple Pecan Chicken Salad...who needs to make a house payment anyway?