Thursday, December 31, 2015
On August 17, 2015, I missed a day of work. It was due to illness.
The next day, I went in to work and said to Mark, "I think this is gonna be my last day."
Later that morning, my supervisor came and asked me to come with him, and we took a trip down to the second floor conference room. 45 minutes later, I was in my car and crying my eyes out. I had managed to lose my job of 19 years.
It's still taking some time for me to get over it. I got a new job in October and I'm so, so lucky to have gotten someone to give me a chance and hire me, but it was a real blow to my confidence. I learned, really learned, that I'm replaceable.
It's been a year. My dear Aunt Linda died, and my beautiful cousin drank herself to brain damage. I didn't get out of bed for a month after losing my job. I truly thought I wouldn't get through the pain, and I was terrified that I would lose myself to depression again.
But I didn't. I don't know how it happened. I managed to stick around and tough it out and I'm still here and mostly whole.
I stuck around long enough to find out my brother is in remission! I didn't realize how the worry was hanging over my head until I got the wonderful news. There are still blessings in the world.
Also, next week, I'm moving. AGAIN. This time, hopefully, I'm moving to my forever home.
And yesterday, we were finally, FINALLY told that Dwayne can get new knees. The doctors lagged on and on for years because he was too young. Sooo, there's at least one good thing about getting older! He's now 48 years old and soon may be able to walk again.
Hope is a wonderful thing.
So, on this last day of the year, I'm grateful. I'm so grateful to have my job and my family and a roof over my head. Even though I lost family again this year, I'm ever so grateful to have had them in my life.
I'm counting my blessings, and I'm thankful for possibilities.
Have a wonderful new year.