We're on to week six of the new gig. Things continue to go well there, but I will admit, this existence is hard. The hassles of selling a house, buying another, landing a mortgage, coordinating a move, all the while living a very meager existence in a rented home are full of stress. At times it makes it hard to concentrate, hard to sleep, and hard to be at my best.
While I do indeed lack a home, I am far from homeless. I do have protection from the elements. I do have a warm place to sleep. I do have ample food in my belly and clean clothes to wear. I do interact with people that like and appreciate me every day. I do talk to people that love me on a daily basis. I have my health.
Yes, things are hard. However, compared to how some are living their lives, I'm ashamed to admit my frustration and my discomfort.
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Hang in there. You're so close to having it all. Random side note: One thing I learned from moving (and it wasn't nearly as far as you did), and looking back, you can ask for time off at your new gig to get those things in order. They'd understand. Also, it's a stressful time and a week with Mrs. YDP back in GB may rejuvenate you. If you don't ask, you'll never know. (Cuz, I wish I would have). P.S. Things could be worse - you could still be at your old gig? :)
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