It’s Monday morning. Typically, I would be racing around the house at this hour… half-dressed… wearing whatever pants or skirt I picked for the professional part of my day, paired with an old t-shirt that I would quickly change out of after my 11 month old was cleaned up from his breakfast (learned that trick the hard way). I’d be trying to pack some snacks to silence my ever-rumbling-all-day-long pregnancy hunger while Jason would make oatmeal and lattes (half-decaf for me!). I would be rationing out formula and baby food – stocking the diaper bag – so my son could eat while he was at the sitter’s house. I would occasionally yell at the Bulldog slobberly-slopping up baby-breakfast-leftovers from the tile floor. Gross. I would cheerily remind my husband, “We have no plans tonight!” as Mondays are our only free nights during the week. I would pack up my sweet munchkin and drive him 5:00 minutes away to the sitter’s house, and then another 5:00 minutes to my office. My day would begin like many other working moms, crazy, insane, hurried and purposeful.
But not today.
This morning, I’m sitting at my kitchen table, with my half-decaf latte and oatmeal. I’m not wearing anything professional. Jason left for work a little while ago. The baby is enjoying a few more morsels of his breakfast. The Bulldog is drooling nearby, desperately waiting for me to turn my head for a moment, so he can lick up a few dropped treasures under the high chair. I’m taking it all in, slowly. No need to rush.
I am unemployed.
I have nowhere I have to be today.
I’m past the shock. This is not what I planned for, not what I expected. I trust that there is a purpose and a plan for this temporary trial. I know it was planned before I was even born. I know there are lessons to be learned and growth to occur. I take comfort in that and treasure it.
I wish I could share more information – there are details that would make your jaw drop – but… I can’t.
So, the really great and wonderful news is that you’ll be hearing a lot more from me. I’ve spent most of my adult life working on a deadline and if I don’t have one, I’ll go crazy. So, I’m giving myself some deadlines and hope you’ll come back to see what I have to say and show.
Thanks for your support.