There is that thing. About having faith that you will reach the other side. You can doubt for a while, but at a certain point you have to take a leap. Kind of like walking across a stream. If you not only look, but really see, there is often a path available to you. Rocks, at first glance, randomly strewn across the water. Potentially a barrier. Until you breathe and see that you could follow them, a natural trail to the other bank. So, you take that first cautious step, your foot wavering, and then the next and the next. Each stone different than the one before. Higher, lower, flat, jagged... Some rocks are slippery. Indeed... you might find yourself ass flat in COLD water. But, you can recover, recoup your dignity. Clothes can be changed. Pride can be assuaged by the knowledge that you tried, by GOD, you tried.
I am full of new found energy with my latest idea for work. I've been gathering information, and brainstorming with friends. The timing feels right. It is a risk. Both my husband and I would be self-employed. Yet, why not? People with employers are being laid off left and right. In our current economy, no one is completely safe. If we ever were.
I am excited about the possibilities...
I can work in the evenings and on weekends initially, and then add day time hours when the kids are back in school this fall.
I will still be at home with my children most of the time.
And...that my writing here, and possibly elsewhere, will still survive.
There is another, not small, thing firing my belly. I relish earning money again. Quite a bit...