It's been 17 years since my last contract, but since my husband's business had been on ice, I needed to help out. After 9 months of searching every turn of the employment web, Yes!!! I have a job. And even rarer, one in teaching. Grateful am I. Then three weeks into my new employment, and surviving a 5 hour exam to see if I still know my stuff, I am recovering from some mild hives. It's the weekend, my lessons are sketched out, I am rested, there's a bit more time to savor.
It's good to reflect on what "hard times" have done for me. When my attitude is stuck on complain at the lacks then I have an awful time, but there's been a closeness to my sisters that I haven't known since childhood. One sister who listens, gives feedback with much encouragement and prayers; another who listens with empathy from her challenges and sends me a check every month; and yet another who compares notes with me on our short sales. There have been many consolers along the way, many other sisters and brothers sharing in the pain. In fact, there's a closeness here, that is comforting. The self-sufficiency is tossed up on the shelf like a worn out rag. The checker at grocer's shared her frustration at her husband not being able to get a job after now, 2 years, and of possibly having to rent out her house and move in with her mother to make ends meet. Another friend who is tired having to work extra hours because her husband lost his job. People are frustrated, but more are looking for solutions and even looking up, asking for Help, transparent in their pain. Creative solutions that can't always be seen, they are there, they are there.
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