I made eight months on my current job–a year almost to the day after I was laid off. It has been almost a year to the day since my second surgery, and I have received a clean bill of health from the surgeon. It will be eight years on Valentine’s Day since I proposed to Barb (we’ll be married eight years on Labor Day).
Looking back, what I remember most is that it took a long time to get to today. Most of the time was spent trying to do what was in front of me, then turning the outcome over to a power greater than human power that I often just call Big Guy. Many times I had to pause when I was agitated or doubtful (codewords for anger or fear), then pray for an intuitive thought or action that allowed me to make a choice that was different from all the ones that I made before (and all too often didn’t work out to my satisfaction).
Day by day, over the past year, I have managed to face Doom and Gloom (those self-centered fears of losing what I have or not getting what I want). Day by day, what I received was what I needed, not always what I wanted–those blessings that I never expected but got anyway. Barb and I have a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes on our backs, and a few dollars left over for that rainy day. We have our health (physical, mental, and spiritual) despite the many ups and downs the past year has brought. We have the love of friends and family who have supported us through those many ups and downs.
Because of hard work and a little faith, the good times are back and the future looks bright.
Moving On 