I lost my job. Not “officially” until August 3rd. No matter, I lost my job. There’s a weight in the bottom of my stomach and I feel on the edge of anxiety. When I think too hard about it, my eyes well up. Sometimes I can’t even say it out loud. And then Greg, my boyfriend, steadies me with his broad shoulders and gentle soothing words. And then I breathe…and I begin to count my blessings:
My family.
Greg’s family.All our cute little animals.
Our dear friends.
Of course, I’m sending out resumes and contacting my contacts and contacting the contacts of my contacts and so on. I have a minimum daily goal of 2-3 resumes out and 2-3 contacts contacted. I’m very disciplined that way. But before I tackle any of that, I walk.
I walk most mornings in and around town to clear my head and I pray as I walk and I take a moment to breathe in the beautiful world around me. I enjoy the colorful flower beds full of hostas with their spiky blooms, and the impatiens that pile up into one huge colorful lump, the perky white and yellow daisies, and the rich deep gold of the day lilies. I walk before the morning hustle and bustle. The streets are quiet. The newspapers are dewy and sitting at the end of the driveways. I notice the blue sky and feel the crisp fresh morning air. I pass a few of the same people every morning and share a quiet “Good morning.” And I realize that...“life is good.”
What a glorious concept: “Do what you like. Like what you do.” Hmmm. Tomorrow morning I’m going to put on my hat, walk, pray and mull that one over.
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