Monday, my first Monday in over 6 months unemployed. I dreamed this morning that I was conversing with the folks I used to work for. I told them how much I appreciated what I learned and all the new things I got to try. At least my subconscious mind is at peace with it. Otherwise I might have dreamed far different more nefarious scenarios, knife wielding slasher queen cutting and cursing her way through familiar spaces, getting revenge for perceived slights, or perhaps a sobbing broken wretch of a wench begging for another chance…please please she cries pitifully my pups they have to eat you can’t do this to me…all in all pleasant conversation is preferred, thank you subconscious mind. Let’s keep it positive and move forward.
I realized after we got home from the Monday morning class at Kelly’s Heroes Isshinryu karate that I needed a project or the madness I wrestled with back in the fall when Eastman let me go in their cost cutting frenzy would start to work on me again despite my best efforts to keep it at bay. I do not want to go there again. I am praying for guidance and trusting in Jesus Christ to reveal the path to me as I do due diligence. I refuse to frenetically seek online opportunities and put in applications and send off resumes like I did before. I want to do a more thorough reasonable approach after I take 2 or 3 weeks to just chill out and make sure I am grounded and well balanced emotionally and mentally. The project I decided upon is to clean and organize my home. Sounds simple enough but as I wandered the length and breadth of my domicile I felt overwhelmed by the complication and sheer volume of stuff that needs to be dealt with. Hoarders has absolutely nothing on my beloved spouse.
I am going to clean, organize and get rid of stuff…this will not go over too well with the significant other. After all he has spent the last several years hauling his treasures in from his house, from his mother’s house and from various thrift stores from Morristown to Kingsport. I endured a minor meltdown as I told him my plan and picked the first room to tackle. He helped by moving things from the target room to another room. Hate to tell him but where he moved the stuff, that room is next. It is so bad he pulls stuff out of trash bags quick as you put it in there. I may be writing this blog from prison where I am serving a life sentence for especially aggravated homicide.
I finished the day at Spires Chapel Baptist church where my husband goes for worship. I teach Sunday School at Kincaid United Methodist. It works for us. Chuck Turner passed away and he was at the church for visitation and the funeral. It had a positive old time revival feel to it and some really good singing. Death will come to each in the allotted time. Dying won’t be so bad, I know where I am bound. Burying a dead loved one? Definitely worse than losing your job. Everyday so far I have had attitude adjustment moments where I realize that losing your job is bad but it’s not quite as bad as…
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