Back to work!
Well, I've had a nice - although anxiety-ridden - vacation for two months. I was discharged/terminated/fired/let go the second week of December from the college, and will start my new job tomorrow. I cannot complain. We have weathered this interval well and haven't suffered. What suffering there has been was of my own making, not trusting that all will be well.
It's been a strange winter all the way around, starting with losing the job. Christmas was odd due to some family strife and turmoil (various types), the weather has been significantly colder and snowier here than usual, I've had more free time than I've had since forever. I don't think I've simply NOT WORKED for two months in about 30 years, since daughters were babies and I stayed home with them for a few years.
I've certainly improved my knitting.
I'm grateful and that's been my intention all along, to be grateful for what I have, to remain open to God's grace during this time. I feel good about how it's all worked out, although I have certainly been anxious the entire time, mostly wondering how long it would take to find work that would sustain us.
Another blessing has been the joy of my bird feeder. The days are short in winter so by the time I get home after work, it's dark; but the birds are flocking to the feeder mostly in the mornings. I have loved watching them every day, which I couldn't have done except on weekends if I'd been working. I've counted quite a few different types of birds and loved every minute of it.
Well, there you have it. Pollyanna strikes again with endless optimism. But I am grateful and don't mind saying so.
It's been a strange winter all the way around, starting with losing the job. Christmas was odd due to some family strife and turmoil (various types), the weather has been significantly colder and snowier here than usual, I've had more free time than I've had since forever. I don't think I've simply NOT WORKED for two months in about 30 years, since daughters were babies and I stayed home with them for a few years.
I've certainly improved my knitting.
I'm grateful and that's been my intention all along, to be grateful for what I have, to remain open to God's grace during this time. I feel good about how it's all worked out, although I have certainly been anxious the entire time, mostly wondering how long it would take to find work that would sustain us.
Another blessing has been the joy of my bird feeder. The days are short in winter so by the time I get home after work, it's dark; but the birds are flocking to the feeder mostly in the mornings. I have loved watching them every day, which I couldn't have done except on weekends if I'd been working. I've counted quite a few different types of birds and loved every minute of it.
Well, there you have it. Pollyanna strikes again with endless optimism. But I am grateful and don't mind saying so.