I walk around with a smile plastered on my silly face these days. I am drunk with hope and joy. Anger and hurt feelings I use to nurse religiously have melted away.
I have a job.
Miracle of miracles – a job.
The answer to a million prayers – a job.
If you are unemployed you know the sheer depth of that word.
The simple joy of going to work will be mine.
This past year has been the most challenging of my life. For months I barely moved, frozen in fear of losing everything. Every noise frightened me – were they taking my car, turning off my utilities or serving legal papers? I cried myself to sleep more nights than I can count; many days I thought I couldn’t go on. I felt a failure, a terrible, awful failure.
But I did go on, sometimes in tears and more often than not a mess of tangled emotions. How I made it through is a miracle. I always had food. I kept my car. I managed to keep looking for work and be positive for interviews.
Through the grace and love of friends.
Friends who called me to let me know they knew what I was going through. Friends who fed me, paid a bill, or two, or more. And my mom who never stopped listening and caring for me – even though she is a little forgetful at times.
I am so lucky, so blessed.
From the bottom of my heart – thank you.