August 14, 2006
Tomorrow is Ya's thirteenth birthday. Cake and all that stuff. I'll invite the uncle and aunts over. I'm glad I'm in a position emotionally to do it.
Today I met with the rehabilitation committee. They have to file for permission first, but they plan to have me start working three days a week at a coffee wagon in the Hebrew Union campus. From there, the sky's the limit! Eh. Luckily they were the voice of reason and suggested I start out a few days a week rather than every day. That is probably wiser. I'm looking forward to it. It's nice to look forward to something. As far as learning something, they said after doing this for a while it will be easier to convince the powers that be to support my learning. This job is entry level, but their idea is to get people they are helping to rehabilitate to become partners in the enterprise. I can't say that interests me. But at this point very little does interest me because of my lack of confidence.
When the head of the committee asked me what I'm good at, I started crying. What an idiot I am. But after sixteen years of my husband using questions like that as a starting point for his confidence destroying sessions, I'm sensitive. I'm amazed and encouraged that this program exists to help people get out into the world with support until they can manage better on their own.
The only bad part is standing in one place all day long. Bleh. But okay, I've done it before, and lived.