Eye of the Storm
One of my dearest friends lost his mother on Monday, The day before she was supposed to return home from the hospital. It was sudden and unexpected. He is still reeling in shock. It is hard to see a friend in pain and know there is very little to do for them. The loss of my father still rips at my soul years after.
Last night I was basically laid off from my perfect job. They are kind people... and don't want to hurt my feelings. This will be the third week they "don't need me in" so I asked him to clarify my options. I was told that if I found something else to take it... In the end I can't take the place of a mother that built the business from the ground up. Not in 4 weeks, and not without training. It is very hard not to take it to heart... To feel not good enough. I am being left behind, my experience atrophying until it is basically useless. Am I simply getting too old?
Yet, there are always things to be grateful for. The unconditional love of my man, who gives me hugs and support. The phone calls of good friends seeking out solace from the hectic turning of their own personal universes. The fledgeling steps of the new "family" we are building with the EMP and the nurturing and sharing that happens there. Writing: Taking the intricate footprints of words and twisting them into a beautiful dance of prose and poetry.
These things I am thankful for.
Last night I was basically laid off from my perfect job. They are kind people... and don't want to hurt my feelings. This will be the third week they "don't need me in" so I asked him to clarify my options. I was told that if I found something else to take it... In the end I can't take the place of a mother that built the business from the ground up. Not in 4 weeks, and not without training. It is very hard not to take it to heart... To feel not good enough. I am being left behind, my experience atrophying until it is basically useless. Am I simply getting too old?
Yet, there are always things to be grateful for. The unconditional love of my man, who gives me hugs and support. The phone calls of good friends seeking out solace from the hectic turning of their own personal universes. The fledgeling steps of the new "family" we are building with the EMP and the nurturing and sharing that happens there. Writing: Taking the intricate footprints of words and twisting them into a beautiful dance of prose and poetry.
These things I am thankful for.