I can't keep up. I love to journal, love to write, but when it comes down to it, I'm always behind. I've always been told, I'll be late to my own funeral. Actually, that's fine with me.
This new job is kicking my butt. My feet hurt! My back aches from standing all day long.
I have to admit I love it though. It feels good to be back out among the living. It might not have been my chosen profession but I work with a bunch of great people and I'm finally finding some happiness.
Wish my home life would be the same. Tomorrow the other half is going to talk to someone. I hope it helps!
If not, tomorrow might not be a good day around here. Not sure what's going to happen but if things don't work out, I will need to find yet a 3rd job in order to support myself and two kids still at home.
I have hope, I have the faith that God will work it all out. For the first time, I feel at peace with this and know that I'm a survivor and have been since I was a little girl and that I have it in me to do what it takes to be okay.
Blessings to all of you and I hope that you also realize how strong you are. You may not feel it sometimes but it's there!
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