Unemployment
Being unemployed sucks in a way that I cannot fully express. It's like when you're friends with someone because he needs one. And you come to really care about him and his well-being. And you do things you don't feel good about, because he assures you that it's okay. And then he blows up at you for not being a good enough friend.
It's like that. It makes you cry because hindsight is 20/20, and you could have done so much better. You knew better. Except that you didn't.
And it's tiring because you have to put in an eight hour day for no pay and so few results. It makes it hard to get up in the morning.
But despite all of thathere is something so warm and comforting, safe, about knowing that an all-powerful, loving Heavenly Father is watching over me. That my Savior has felt this same fear and pain, and he's standing behind me, urging me on to bigger, and greater heights.
It's like that. It makes you cry because hindsight is 20/20, and you could have done so much better. You knew better. Except that you didn't.
And it's tiring because you have to put in an eight hour day for no pay and so few results. It makes it hard to get up in the morning.
But despite all of thathere is something so warm and comforting, safe, about knowing that an all-powerful, loving Heavenly Father is watching over me. That my Savior has felt this same fear and pain, and he's standing behind me, urging me on to bigger, and greater heights.