After a long day of sweating a puddle onto my couch, feeling like I was literally melting off of my skeleton I decided to take a late night trip to my best friends house where the plan was to get really stoned and do a little gambling at the casino, you know, a usual Thursday night. However what should have been a lighthearted evening turned into one piece of bad luck after another. On my way to her house as I was driving on the freeway I drove under an overpass that at the exact moment in time a couple of little assholes decided to throw a small boulder off of, which came catapulting down several stories landing on the hood of my car. After I swallowed my heart back into my chest I took my exit and pulled over to survey the damage. Huge dent, covered in scrapes and perfectly aligned to where if I had I had driven by exactly .5 seconds later it would have crashed through my windshield and probably killed me. Great.
Lost my money at the casino. Awesome.
Get back into my car to drive home, headlight is out. COOL.
Today was really all about one blow after another. This whole month has been actually as I’m still recovering from a mysterious illness that landed me in the hospital five days ago, but that I have thankfully almost completely kicked.
Meanwhile my mom calls to tell me totally wonderful news that came through today. News that she has been waiting a long time for that she needs more then anything right now. I couldn’t be happier for her. My roommate just got an awesome promotion that she very much deserves and I am also so happy for her and my other best friend finally found a job that maybe she can enjoy enough to stay in for more then two months. I am happy for everyone but selfishly my subconscious stings just a little bit every time I hear good things happening to those around me while I am still stuck, life unchanged. Of course very shortly after having those feelings I feel immensely guilty for having them as each of these people are good, kind, deserving people who I love more then anything in this world.
“Pray all the time but especially when you are at your most desperate. God has never let me down. I may not have always agreed with his plan, but in the end I saw that it was always the right plan.” These words were from my mother to me today. We are not religious people, I have been to church just a handful of times but my mother has always instilled in me a strong faith. I do believe he is there listening, so I will continue to have hope that soon, my light will come.
I so desperately want to start working again, earning money and feeling useful again. This is really strange for me to be feeling as I have always been comfortable in the fact that I work because I have to not because I want to. I could be unemployed for the rest of my life if I won the lottery and would be perfectly happy until the day I died. But I can’t stand my pockets being empty anymore. There are more people then just myself counting on me and if I fail it is just a domino effect down the ladder and I feel that pressure in my veins each and every day. So tomorrow when the sun rises (or around noon, but who’s counting?) I’ll be back on the trail of each job lead that would be a good fit for me, hoping for the best, waiting for a call. Story of my life…