I can hardly believe it’s here; the last day.
The last day of no alarm being set, of leisurely time spent in pjs sipping coffee, with nowhere to rush off to.
The last day of feeling like I am not making my own way in the world.
The last day I have to go and see the D-man, at my job services provider.
The last day of being out of work.
I’m zinging with anticipation over tomorrow, the next first day.
I’ve had many first days in the past.
First days at new jobs,
first days of school,
at university, of budding relationships,
of being suddenly out of work and winded by the shock of it.
First days of life, holding newborns,
first days of creative exploration.
This next first day is such a milestone for me.
Not because I’ll be saving the world in my new job, far from it, but somehow I’ll be saving myself, rebuilding my sense of dignity and self-determination.
It’s just a part-time job, so my budget will still be pretty strict, but I will be earning every dollar, and that really matters.
Thank you for being along for the ride with me.
Thank you for your kind words. They mean the world to me, truly.
I hope you’ll indulge, or forgive, me for asking once more for your support.
I’ve set up a PayPal link, and I’m just going to leave it here for a little while.
As much as I’m itching to, I’m not going to rattle off my current needs, suffice to say, they exist and with my readership now so intimate (isn’t that nicer than saying small?) I feel sorta, kinda comfortable asking for help. Okay, it’s a bit uncomfortable actually, but sometimes life’s like that.
The last day.
The first day.
Heck, I’m just happy to be here.
I’ll be back soon, to report on the first days of my new normal.
Until then, don’t forget to look up,