Friday
Aug032012
Full Confessional Friday!
Friday, August 3, 2012 at 8:07PM Mrs. G. 
Life on Mother Earth by Mara ~earth light~
Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.
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Full Confessional Friday
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I am so disappointed in, and angry with, the "system". My husband is being bullied by "professionals", accusing him he of hiding something important. The man has been nothing but honorable his entire 26+ year career, and it comes to this? How do you prove yourself innocent? Thankfully, folks who know him are outraged and standing behind us, but that doesn't solve the problem. I know in the end all will be well, but meanwhile? This is Hell.
Please people, do not blindly share or copy/paste shit on Facebook. With less than a minute of research, you can verify or disprove. The most recemt one...the infant twin who saved her brother's life. But this was from 2006!! I don't want to humiliate my friends, so how do you kindly tell them they are misguided? This happens every day and drives me crazy.
That is a cool photo. I will post my confession after I've figured it out, but I have to say that is a cool photo.
Anon, I'm sorry your husband's integrity is being questioned and I hope everything settles down and things work out in his favor.
My desk chair gives me motion sickness and I don't think anything in this country will ever change.
Do 10 yo boys get hormonal? Bc I am DONE w his shitty sulkiness. I know he is still tired after finishing school 10 days ago, I am pretty sure he had a tummy/head virus during the first week but ENOUGH! The lovely borrowed Belgian boy we have here this week is should not hv go put up w my boy's grumpiness. TG lbBb doesn't seem to have noticed. I put mine on warning last night.
DH is away for the week and I'm so enjoying sleeping without his cacophony of snores. I knew it was bad but it's only now I feel rested for the first time in months that I realise exactly how bad it's become.
Anon: injustice is the worst. I hope all works out for your husband.
Trash: I sympathise. Had the same problem years ago with my daughter but he does seem young for hormones....
July was insane
With Missus G visiting
And every cousin too.
It is a relief
To be in August with all
The faboo weather
But with none of the
Many visitors and guests
Just me and the wife :)
Hogs and kisses Mrs G and the rest of you, here's wishing you a quiet and awesome weekend with sterling weather!
I started a blog built around some interests that I wanted to share. It's more for me than anyone else. My mom is a professional editor and keeps proofreading, even after I asked her not to. I don't care that "there might be a better word here," or that my grammar might not be perfect. This was supposed to be fun, but now I am stifled and don't feel motivated to write anything. I should never have told her about it.
Sigh. I would want to run her over with my car. Stay strong. Mrs. G.
Start another one and do not tell her.
My family reads me too and sometimes my sister does edit but I don't mind.
I can not spell and use the wrong words for what I mean. I laugh with the rest of them at my weird twist on words.
The right word can be in my brain and then it comes out of my mouth twisted or types off the tips of my fingers as something else.
Don't stop writing- this is for you - not her!
Anon- sorry about your troubles.
H- the picture is divine in so many ways, what a love.
I think the other day I had a good confession but this memory of mine...
Oh yeah- the BIL who can not pay his bills and we bailed out 2 months ago bought a dog the size of a horse instead of paying us back.
We are now having regrets at the enabling him to continue in his bad judgments.
This makes now 4 dogs in the house plus the new wife and 2 kids.....
Did I say he is not working?
And that he and hubby own the house together and he is to pay rent.
Just ask if he has been paying rent- no don't ask!
We are talking with a lawyer.
Hugs Galore girls!
"A secret’s worth depends on the people whom it must be kept from” The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Zafon
I haven't had the oomph to post in a while. Had a momentary (well, a week or so) breakdown - kind of checked out of things. I think you might recall that my daughter has tried for 7 years to get pregnant. They have had no luck....and she got on the vicsious cycle of hope and loss each month, along with hopped up hormones. It was horrible to watch her go through this. She came to me and said she had gone to see a counselor - who determined that she was depressed and told her that she needed to make a decision: work on getting back on track (with meds and counseling), or keep on down the road. She chose to stop trying and work on herself. I'm all for that as I see the toll it has taken. I of course responded: good, and when this is sorted out, you can start trying again (I know....insensitive beyond words! I almost wished I could have ripped my tongue out!). She looked at me with amazement and told me I don't understand - this is a permanent decision. She said part of this process is to untangle herself, by giving up any hope of having a child and being on the medication - which means she now needs to NOT get pregnant because of the damage this could do to an unborn child (the med). And so she is grieving - a very real and terrible loss of her dream, and I let her down by being inadequate as a mother. My heart broke in two because that my dear girl who just wanted to be a mother can't. And I couldn't fix it. I have cried rivers (not in front of her). It is just so unfair - when I look at her, I can see the loss in her eyes. I wish I still had my uterus....I'd do anything to make it happen for her. Damn it all. BUT, what do you do? The next day, I called her up and said let's take the afternoon off.....and she agreed.....and we talked.....cried.....went to The Goodwill Store and picked through junk.....and laughed and carried on. She's my girl, and as I write this I am welling up again. Because she would have been the most incredible mom.....and my son inlaw would have been equal in the dad department. I'm praying that there is something amazing out there for them. If you pray - maybe you could include a little footnote for them? And here is the kicker....my youngest daughter and hubs are now starting to try to get pregnant.....and I imagine how hard it will be for her to watch her baby sister become pregnant....and my heart breaks again. PS - the baby sis? She is equally as incredible....just knowing that the possibility for hurt is there for them both. They both always talked about having kids together, raising them together. This is crap wrapped in crap.
I'm so sorry for you daughter, Diane, but I think tears and humor are the best remedies for all hurts. Your care and concern are so touching.
Diane...Being a Mom is so hard. Your heart breaks when their hearts break. I hope your daughter's heart can heal. Maybe a child will somehow come into her life.
My sister struggled with infertility. In the meantime, I got pregnant twice. She couldn't see me or talk to me for a little while. It was too painful. Your younger daughter shouldn't take it personally if her sister becomes a little distant.
The problem I hinted at in another post is riding me bigtime today. My best friend seems to be getting stranger and stranger (I think, due to an escalating combination of mood and ADHD drugs). She doesn't call, doesn't email and doesn't respond to mine. (She's been in their place up North for the summer). I miss her so much, but trying to get her attention produces nothing. I keep cycling through stages of grief - anger/resentment/resignation/hope. Rinse and repeat. It's driving me nuts. And the drug abuse (if it is that) is vague enough that I'm not sure her family will know (or be proactive enough) to try to help.
I keep taking DEEP breaths and reminding myself to Let It Go and focus on my own life - and then get upset all over again.
@Diana Carol--You are not an inadequate mother. You sound like a WONDERFUL mother. I'm sending healing thoughts towards your daughter and you.
I find myself in a much different place than I was even a few weeks ago. Life seems charmed. Every single day I have been able to think of at least three things to be grateful for and I think about them hard. Really FEEL grateful and send that gratitude out into the universe. I have also been doing my best to maintain a positive slant on things that would have annoyed or depressed me before. That has made all the difference. A few weeks ago? I wrote about still thinking of leaving my husband because I thought I just couldn't be happy in ANY marriage. No matter to who. And I thought I might as well not make him miserable as me. With my attitude shift this summer though, I'm able to see just how lucky I am to have him.
Last night he surprised me. Today is his last day of work at the company he's been with for eight years..almost nine. These last few weeks he hasn't said anything about leaving, just that he's ready. Last night he said "I feel like I'm leaving part of myself behind there. I've put so much time into that job." I had no idea he felt that way, but I'm glad he told me. Sometimes he says stuff I just don't expect. Sorry for waxing sentimental on my husband today--we have been married four years yesterday, together for EIGHT in February. I just can't believe it.
I have another confession. On the Wednesday questions you asked for one thing we're afraid to admit to ourselves. I am not afraid to admit it, but afraid to go after it...I really want to start an online tarot reading business. I'd like to have that while I go to school for a little extra money, and use it even when I start a job as a social worker just because it's FUN for me. I get so much pleasure from it. But I am also afraid that this idea will go the way of my other business ideas....down the tubes. I guess I could learn from failure and make a better business model the next time. It just really scares me in this case!
I'm with Aunt Snow -- awesome photo!!
@Gary - I can relate...I totally miss it being just me and Dave. We'll have some time together next weekend (going to see Little Feat) and the weekend after that at a cottage in the woods. Can't wait!
I confess to almighty God and you, my brothers and sisters, that I am scared shitless of the future. I have had to do so many things the past twenty years that required no room for fear, they had to be done. For some peculiar reason, the iron woman I was now seems to be made of tin. Anything that flies my way leaves a dent in me. I feel as though I am failing everyone, myself included.
Kids going to college, ailing family members, responsibilities that seem overwhelming render me useless. What happened to me? Am I just worn out? What's with all the fear?
I started therapy a few months ago, and that has helped some. It seems kind of ridiculous to me that I have to pay someone to listen to me, but again, I fear I will wear out my friendships if I dump these kinds of things on them. There are no answers, it seems as though I just have to accept the situations as they are. I am not used to feeling so powerless. I hate it.
I love my nephews and niece but they are a bit trying. As is their mother. My brother, however, has been a joy this visit and the most relaxed i've seen him in YEARS. I'm so glad they came.
Jessie? You are lovely and amazing, and I'm still thinking about the tarot reading you did for me. I think it would be great if you started a business! The start-up costs would be minimal, and you have the opportunity to have fun and help others think about their lives in new ways. What do you have to lose?
Diane Carol, my heart hurts for you and your daughter. I recently found out that pregnancy isn't in the cards for me, and it's just hard. And some days are different than others. As in, some days I hate all people with kids, and others I'm all, "Oh, that's your adorable newborn that you want me to hold but not kidnap and raise as my own? Sure, no problem!" As a mom, it's not your job to fix it, no matter how much you want to. Your task is to support her, and you're doing that beautifully.
I can't believe it was only 3 weeks ago I was sitting on Gary's porch with a bunch of lovely people, eating double chocolate cookies and drinking wine. Because today I am sitting in my living room recovering from breast reconstruction (after losing one to cancer) surgery. This surgery came with the bonus of a tummy tuck. While I do have the bride of Frankenstein look going on, I can tell I'm going to be HAWT. I'm cut open from hip bone to hip bone, and a new breast has been literally sewn to my chest, but I'm starting to feel really good. And excited for the future.
Oh, Patricia. Crossing my fingers and hoping for all the best. And I'm just in awe of your wonderful, positive attitude.
I thought I was calm and relaxed, but today I woke up as a bundle of nerves. My son's wedding is tomorrow, and it will be lovely and wonderful and I love his bride (and her mama, too). I am happy and thrilled for them.
My other 3 sons and husband? well, they will hopefully come through with proper clothing and attitudes, etc. My husband cut his hair this morning and messed u the back a bit.. and it can't be fixed. Why oh why couldn't he do it 3 days ago so it wouldn't even show now? See, it's just little insignificant stuff that is happening, nothing earthshaking, only irritating and I'm trying very hard to not nag right now. I'm sure they will be fine. I need to let go of control (because it isn't really mine, anyway).
An old friend has come for the wedding and we spent 7 hours with them yesterday, which means I forgot to run my errands, forgot to paint my toenails (EEEEKKK!!! Not sure there is time today) and I forgot to find something for my bottom half for the rehearsal dinner tonight (but I did remember most of the rest of the things needed for the dinner, which is my responsibility). As long as I find something to cover my butt (literally!) it will all be fine, I know... and it *was* nice to spend time with someone I hadn't seen for 9 years.
If I could only RELAX today (and tomorrow, and Sunday when we send the youngest boy to scout camp... whom we haven't even gotten packed and we get home LATE on Sat. night). I may be calm on the outside, but inside I am freaking out and running in circles.
@Navhelowife, I know the "fun" (and the FUN) of spending time with extended family. Both my brothers and their wives and kids are in town. Luckily, they are not staying at my house, because 15 of us in a 3-bedroom house would probably kill a few of us.
@Patti, HOORAY!!
@Diane Carol, you are a good and loving mom. Just keep loving and crying with and laughing with your daughters. ♥♥♥
Jessie - DO IT! Can you read them long distance????
Scaredy.....I relate....and I think it is normal. Life can and does get overwhelming sometimes, especially when so much gets tossed (or crammed) onto our banquet tables. Keep going to your counselor for YOU!! And keep coming here for us!!
Patricia - you are amazing, and your attitude is what I wish for!
Cha Cha - you hit the nail on the head....she has expressed both of those opinions to me. I think she'll get stronger, but will have her moments - to which she is surely entitled! I'm sorry that you are riding the same road - hugs to you.
Little Miss S - I do worry about the sister thing, and then I remind myself of their bond which is strong and deep and goes both ways. I know they are both going to give to the other...and I also know that if it is tough for a while, it will be ok in the end.
And the rest of you ladies (and gents) - I just hope that tonight when you lay your head on your pillow, no matter what the week or day has brought you, that you can give a litte sigh of happiness that you are a part of this place and that everyone is on your side and is willing to listen. It means the world to me to know I can come here and unload. Makes it real and allows me to tuck it away (the worry/hurt/anger/etc) even for just a bit. Thank you.
I just met with my LPN (my primary care person), and she's SO happy with all the changes I'm making in my life. Cutting waaaay down on booze and "white food" (sugar, refined stuff, etc), fast food, processed junk etc. And I've lost 40 pounds since spring. YAAAY!
But I mentioned that it was being in my 40s that has really opened my eyes. I'm going to go to school for massage therapy in a few weeks after being solely a musician/teacher for over 20 years. I'm just letting myself DO things instead of THINK them. I'm taking up kayaking. I'm exercising and being honest with people and so on.
She said, "You know, when I was in my 20s, I spent all my time trying to figure out who I was. In my 30s, I spent all my time telling OTHER PEOPLE who I was. In my 40s? I just said, "hell with 'em," and WAS who I was. "
She and I then mused on what the 50s would bring, and the intern who was observing that day (a LPN trainee, older than us) spoke up.
"Speaking from personal experience: In your 50s, you figure out that there's even MORE to you that you didn't know before, and you get to be MORE, do MORE, and enjoy MORE things."
And we all stood there and grinned at each other like a trio of happy idiots. It was awesome.
Not a confession per say, a memorial of sorts. I just found out today that my Uncle Pat died this morning, and although it was expected, I am heartbroken. He was a wonderful man, full of happiness, laughter, joy and sweet as the day is long. He loved people, he loved kids, he loved cutting coupons, he loved getting up early, cutting the grass, decorating for Christmas. He was 82 years old and a St. Patrick's Day baby. I lived with him and my Aunt when I first moved to Memphis, and he would make me breakfast most days. Then in the evenings we'd sit and watch Wheel of Fortune and eat popcorn. :) (He'd holler through the house, "Popcorn time, popcorn time") When I worked night shift, he couldn't understand how I could sleep all day - he was such an early riser and sunshine person. I know he is so much happier now, this is just a small moment to remember him, pay my respects, my gratitude. Say a prayer for his wife of 50+ years, 5 children, 11 grandchildren, and 1 greatgrandchild, and all the people who's lives he touched in the greatest of ways. I love you Uncle Pat and I'll miss you terribly.
Oh, Diane Carol, you just made me well up....I will offer up a little prayer for your oldest daughter tonight that peace comes to her quickly.
Patricia - I'm glad you are healing well.
Jessie - I think that would be awesome if you were able to get that started.
Karen (formerly kcinnova) - May they wedding be awesome and ask you husband to wear a hat (smiley face)...hope it goes well tomorrow.
Good wishes to all...and to all, happy Olympic watching!
beckyb - I'm sorry about your loss. He sounds like a lovely person!
Patricia, I've been thinking about you. I am so glad that you are recovering and have a hawt new breast and tummy.
Beckyb, I'm sorry about your Uncle Pat. He sounds like a stitch.
Jessie, I think a tarot card reading business for you would be fantastic. You love it, so how could it go wrong. Go for it!
Karen, you're doing great. Tomorrow is going to be fantastic because no matter what, two people who love each other are joining forces. Have a great day!
My step daughter is having breast cancer surgery today in Tacoma. she is just 38. crushing and depressing since we lost her Dad to cancer in 2009. I hate cancer. Being so far away is hard, but I can try to encourage and be there in other ways. Hopefully I can visit to help out when chemo starts in a month or so. I hate cancer. hate.
Briget - I am anon today out of respect for my nephew. He was addicted to Adderall, a drug used to treat ADHD. He abused his prescription and the doctor just kept refilling it for him. It was terrible for him (although he did not know it) and the family. At one point, he thought he was God. And it lasted for months. He also hallucinated. Apparently, this is not uncommon with Adderall. I hope your friend gets the proper help she needs.
AngAK, I am so sorry to hear about your daughter and I will keep her in my thoughts. I hope she came through her surgery beautifully. I hate cancer too. If you come to Tacoma to help her out, let me know. I'll bring you guys some cookies.
Trash: Nine and ten were hard years for my oldest son. My youngest is now 9 1/2 and proving the same. Our Early Childhood teacher said that boys sometimes start that pubescent pull away from parents early, before puberty. So your guy might just be testing out autonomy and power. But it is HARD!!
Diane Carol, so sorry for your daughter. I'll keep her in my prayers. The death of a dream is still a real death, and you both need some time to grieve. I, too, hope a child comes into her life somehow.
Trash, YES! When my son was ten, he was very hormonal. What surprised me most is that one moment he'd be all "cool guy" then I'd say something insignificant (I thought) and he'd burst into tears. What's up with that? My theory is that they're between big kid and little kid. Now (at age twelve) he's more sulky, but a lot less hot and cold. Or it might be that he's been eclipsed by my 10 year old daughter, who's just starting this whole puberty thing. We're in for a wild ride with her, I can tell.
My confession, I didn't want to laze around and do nothing for what's left of our summer, but now I feel like I've heavily overscheduled myself and the kids. After next week things should slow down but I'm kicking myself for losing those lazy days of summer. We're expecting a typhoon this week, and I'm looking forward to it because swimming lessons and baseball will probably be cancelled. That's a little demented.
I am so grateful for my husband today. Last night the husband half of our good friend couple called to say his wife wants a divorce. They are both nice people, but they have not worked on thier relationship at all. No maintainence, and now the relationship sucks. She treats him with utter contempt, and drinks more than she should, he is oblivious and takes his entire family for granted. But, he wants counseling and working at it and is prepared to do what it takes. She is downing wine and threatening over the phone and refusing counseling.
Mostly, my husband and I just held each other. We are so happy to have each other and have no regrets about our respective divorces. But we both know that even a necessary divorce involves a level of pain, grief, honesty and loss that the unitiated cannot yet comprehend. We hurt for the long tunnel of hell they are entering and hope they can regain some honesty and sanity. Four kids and 25 years are worth fighting for.
Just so grateful to be where I am, and who I have become since meeting him.
Trash--my son is 11.5 yo. At 10, he tested my resolve and my marriage, frankly. My husband and I did something totally out of character for us, at the advice of our family physician: we took him to a shrink and started counseling. I'm not necessarily advocating the psychiatrist, but it turned out our son had some psych issues we'd always been able to overlook until the pubescent pull started kicking in. I would definitely recommend the cognitive therapist--she's helped us to see things from his point of view and to make suggestions to deal with him when I feel like I cannot. take. another. minute. She's also a gold mine for him, helping him to change his approach with us (when he can remember to do so and feels like it's worth it). Because we were referred by our doctor, it's covered by our insurance (I don't know how that works across the pond). It's awesome.
I'm holding all of you in my thoughts this weekend. So many stressful things--both good and bad--going on in the Colony! I"m wishing you each a few minutes to sit back, relax, and enjoy what beauty you can.
And Kate? YOU are awesome.
Money scares the crap out of me. I had a therapist tell me once that we need to talk about my fear around money. I looked at her like she was insane. At the time, in my eyes, I was the only sane one regarding finances. Now, I see her point. I obsess over how much things cost, how much we'll need in the future, and how we're going to do it. I work myself up into a frenzy because I am so fearful that something is going to break and, with college tuition, be unaffordable. I don't sleep because of it.
I am not a cheap person and I am determined to live a quality, fun life. But, then I agonize over every penny I've spent. I've been a stay-at-home mom for years. I recently decided that having a job would bring some money in and help the fear go away. I found a part-time job that works great with the family and I do the math in my head and it's still not enough money. I try to tell myself that any money is better than no money but it doesn't take the core fear away.
I very seldom comment in the Confessional but would like to share some good news. Two years ago, I was 50 years old and absolutely miserable in a government job with a terrible boss and boring work. I couldn't quit because I needed the Unemployment so eventually my downward spiral of attitude got me fired. Then I was able to get Unemployment (crazy, I know). I decided I had enough of the corporate cubicle/paper pushing/rules and regs job. I went back to school and got my teaching certificate, subbing fulltime while taking my classes on-line and then doing my student teaching. I found a job right away with no trouble at all at a good school teaching in my favorite grade (5th grade). Just finished the new teacher orientation and school starts on Monday. Although I am thousands of dollars in debt with school loans, my house is in foreclosure due to my unemployment, I took at 33% pay cut from my corporate job and I haven't had health insurance for two years, I am happy and content.
My teen-aged daughter and my family have been very supportive emotionally. I've volunteered with kids my whole life and finally decided to spend the remaining 10+ years of my working life doing something I enjoy and feel good about rather than worrying about the money and career ladder anymore. Despite the financial strain, I'm far happier with my new teaching career than I ever was in my government cubicle. It's going to be a good year for me. Thanks for letting me share here.
Debbie congratulations for following your heart...especially since it's cost you financially. Happy teaching. The kids are lucky to have a teacher who worked so hard to be one! What great news. Thanks for sharing!
Mrs. G, why aren't you in New York for the Blogher conference? You are are every bit as good as the A-listers who get all the press. You need to think bigger and badder, Heather. Plus I've been and you come home with all sorts of cool free stuff. Maybe next year?
Trash, Minnesota Matron, Littlemama and Jennifer -- whew, it's not just my kid. My son turned 10 in May and it's been a bit bumpy, to put it mildly. I've wondered if we are seeing the beginnings of puberty and hormones. Add in autism and we have a lot of fun here. I need to contact some of my favorite autism resources and get some suggestions from them on dealing with adolescence and autism.
Kate in MI -- wow. 40 pounds -- yay, you!
My mom had a major health scare 3 weeks ago and is still recovering from it. It's added to the business of my summer but it's also a wake up call for me. I need to make my health a priority, too and get more sleep, more exercise and eat less junky food, especially late at night. You can see the vicious circle here, can't you?
After staying home with kids for 10 years, I've applied for a few parapro jobs in schools in our area. Both kids are in school full time and while I do enjoy being able to volunteer in their schools and go on field trips, a second income would be very helpful. I looked at a few options for going back to work. But I really want to be home with them when they are home. So something in the schools would be ideal. And I like working with the kids in the classrooms when I volunteer. I think this a long round about way of saying, I'm a little ambivalent about returning to work.
Y'all, thanks so much for the encouragement. Maybe I'll take some time this week to sit down and hammer out a business plan now that my husband is around to help me (he's a business bad-ass).
@Kate, congratulations on 40 pounds. You go!
@Karen, I hope the wedding is going well and that the two kiddos live a long, happy married life.
@beckyb, I'm sorry for your loss.
@constantworry, I feel the same way about money. Especially because in my job I see seniors who are too poor to get the help they really need, so they're forced to live in squalor. I try to remind myself that's just a small part of the population, but still...
@Debbie in AZ, CONGRATULATIONS!
@meredith, we have a family friend (really my husbands friend at this point) who makes really poor financial decisions which sometimes cost us money. I think talking to a lawyer is a good idea.
Today is our goodbye party and tomorrow is our goodbye drag queen brunch at Hamburger Mary's. I can't believe how much I'm going to miss my whole tribe here. Just needed to get that out, whew!
I am pretty sure that on Wednesday next week, I am going to learn that I am losing my job, along with nine other people.
It's a complicated situation - a planned transition to a public/private partnership for an existing public program had reduced the staff from 35 people to 11 people; the transition included an extensive physical plant renovation. The retained 11 people - me included - would help with the renovation and revamping of the operation, and then when the building re-opened we'd assume new roles.
Now the funding for the renovation has disappeared due to state budget crises; the partnership falls apart; my agency has to regroup, but the future of the program and the building is uncertain. We've been told that we will be scheduled to have one-on-one appointments with The Boss and HR. I am 99% sure that we're going to be told our jobs are being eliminated in the FY13-14 year budget.
We are lucky in a way, because the lay-offs will take place next summer - our program has committed contracts through next June. So we have a year to figure out what we're going to do.
You've all kindly and patiently read my bitches about my job, so you might think that I'm having mixed feelings about this news, and you'd be right.
This has kind of been in the back of my mind as a possibility for two years. I'm close enough to the age where I could consider retirement. I've made a lot of contacts in this job, and I've learned some very valuable skills, so I can start putting out feelers now to see if there's something I can fall back on.
I read stories like Debbie in AZ's, how she bravely lived through a career change that made her life better, and I feel hope. And I feel so thankful that mrs. g has built this Derfwad community where I can meet people like Debbie.
This could be the best thing that happens to me.
Oh, how I love coming here. So many like-minded people and those who just GET it. And so many stories that give me a whole new perspective every week. This week, Debbie in AZ's and Aunt Snow's stories are resonating most with me. Also stories sort of similar. Today I have a wedding to attend, like Karen. The groom is a young man I've known since he was barely out of diapers, just a little older than her son and my daughter.
I just ate red meat yesterday for the first time in a very long time -- a steak topped with a cheese/lobster/shrimp sauce, grilled mushrooms, and onions.
Today? I am farting so hideously I'm surprised my pubes don't catch on fire. Eeep! Why did nobody warn me?
Aunt Snow, it sounds like you are at an interesting crossroads. I find that exciting.
~Annie, have fun at the wedding.
Anon, I don't even know what to say!? Pepto?
To those who are hurting, I wish you peace. To those who need a hand up, hugs galore. To those with joy to share, thank you for reminding me and others that joy is still out there.
@Debbie in AZ: thanks so much for sharing your story. Like others, I have a career crisis of my own that I will eventually have to deal with, and to hear about marvelous outcomes like this helps me to believe I can deal with it successfully and come out the better for it.