Where do we go from here?
What do I do?
What comes next?
Who am I?
Where do I go?
As the cap to a 2015 that seems to have been engineered to kick my ass, I lost my job. So, for those of you keeping a running tally of the last 2 years we have.
1 Minor Health Crisis
3 job losses
1 house sold
2 cars died
1 car purchased
1 pair of terrible neighbors.
I am paralyzed with indecision now. I have no idea what to do next. I’ve always had a plan…and I don’t have plan any more. I did a job for 4 years. A job I loved. But now its gone. And I don’t know if I should keep it up or do something else. I don’t know where to go and what to do next.
I went back to bed last night and just laid there, face down in the pillow, mumbling to my husband who said “Look, I could say something faintly comforting right now, but I don’t actually think that would help, so look at how comfy the dog looks.”
The dog, to be fair, DID look really comfy. I was kind of jealous of him, curled up in the ends and bits of blankets he’d turned around 15 times in so they were smushed just perfectly.
I’ve gone through the motions of what I should do. I celebrated Christmas. I threw a New Years Eve party. There were brief, glittery moments of feeling like “me” in all of those times.
But what do you do when you feel like you’re going up a cliff and the rocks you grip to keep moving and sliding beneath you? What do you do when the books that comforted you, just don’t any more. What do you do when you have every streaming service known to man and there’s just no where to hide from yourself any more?
Get rid of bags of old clothes.
Organize a kitchen cabinet.
Grab a coffee.
Find a different book and try again.
Snuggle with the dog.
Make a pot roast.
Because, even if you don’t know where to go, the earth beneath you still spins and times moves ever forward. I don’t know where I’m going, but at least I know where I’ve been. The world never lets you stand still.