It’s been almost a month…

I haven’t written in a while.  Life.  We’re settling into the apartment in Gainesville, I am jumping through a few more hoops and preparing for that overwhelming task of searching for a job, which begins with writing a resume…  I love to write, I hate writing resumes.  When I sit down to list the job experience?  Yeah, it seems kind of dismal after staying home for 13 years…  I know that I am competent enough to succeed in any job I am given, it is just the idea of finding that job, and convincing someone out there that I am the employee of their dreams that leaves me feeling underwhelmed.

So, I will be sitting down this week and listing out all the things I’ve done over the last 13 years and NOT gotten paid for:  raising three children, coordinating all their schedules, paying bills, choir, writing, blocking and directing a musical pageant of about 100 kids in church, playing in the bell choir, singing in choir, acting as class parent and lead class parent for the PTA, co-chairing the Broadway trip for the fifth grade class two years in a row, writing a novel then publishing that novel in paperback and Kindle format, including the design of my own cover…  When I’ve listed everything I can possibly think of that I’ve done, I will examine which of those tasks can translate into marketable employment skills.  Oy, fun.

This week, I tried to obtain my Florida Driver’s license, only to discover I need an ORIGINAL copy of my marriage certificate, as I changed my name when I got married.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  I don’t have the original, my husband had it in the fireproof safe in the New York house, and he is sending it via Fed Ex this week.  For some reason, this small inconvenience sent me spiraling into a ten-minute self-pity session yesterday.  Why oh why can’t anything ever be simple and straight-forward?  Perhaps I was also still a little down over the fact that Matthew did NOT get into the Alachua County Youth Orchestra, and will not have an opportunity to play in any orchestra this school year?  But Matthew is okay with that.  Matthew is excited about his technology class in school, and while slightly disappointed, is also somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to drag the violin back and forth to school for orchestra every other day.  He wasn’t really enjoying school orchestra.

Life goes on.  Things are never quite as we imagine they will be, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t good.  I walk into my apartment and look around and feel peace and joy.  I walk into my bedroom and feel comfort and a sense  of calm.  I walk outside to walk the dogs and I look up at the beautiful oaks adorned with Spanish moss and I think, “I’m home.”  I look at three beautiful children who seem to be settling in and enjoying their new surroundings, and I know that things don’t need to be exactly how you imagined them to be absolutely perfect.

Dreams and Hypotheticals is free on Kindle again this weekend, through Monday night.  If you haven’t already picked up your copy, please do, and enjoy! ❤


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