Obligatory end-of-the-year post
Today marks the last day of 2012. As Lennon sang, another year over, and a new one's just begun. Or it will in about 11 hours, give or take a handful of minutes.
What's the state of the Alan? First, the good. My hunny loves me, and I love her, and we're in love. That's a great deal more than a lot of people have in this world. Are things perfect? No, because if they were, we wouldn't be living, we'd be existing in someone's poorly-written romance novel.There are money issues, health issues, day-to-day headaches, mistakes, gaffes...in other words, we're both human, and humans are anything but perfect. Relationships mean there are barriers, and the closer the relationship, the more barriers there are. What defines a working and successful relationship is that those barriers are overcome, or at the least, actively worked at. We have our share of barriers, and we're working at them.
Now, the not-so-good. After almost two solid years of searching, I have yet to locate gainful, full-time employment. My options are very slim, and our finances, even slimmer. My hunny has some issues that need attending to, but lacks the funding to attend to them, and without me bringing in a steady and livable income, I'm a drain on her already-thin resources. My age works against me, as does my general physical appearance, and the fact that I am a monoglot...that last is one of the biggest problems I encounter when looking for work in this area, as there is a significant Hispanic population, and most jobs for which I otherwise qualify require fluency in Spanish as well as English. I do not have the ready resources to acquire such fluency, either financially or temporally. One option still available would be for me to return to driving. I don't want to, my hunny doesn't want me to, but it may soon be the last available possibility for me, so after discussion, we've both agreed that it may be what's required. No one ever said we had to like doing what was required.
I think I'll end this particular bit of writing here, rather than blather on about every little detail of my life that I don't think is right. (The Festivus Airing of Grievances was last week, and the cats did the job more than adequately for everyone.)
May the Deities of your choosing bring you and yours their blessings in the coming year, and may you each find happiness, prosperity, and peace.
*poof*