Time flies . . . sort of

Hard to believe I feel so tired just working part time. Does using your brain really affect you that much? After four days, I've worked a total of 18 hours. I feel like I've been run over by a truck! It's truly ridiculous.

I think an old dog can learn new tricks, but it takes a little more time than learning tricks in puppyhood. I hope I can meet everyone's expectations during this time. The good news is they understand that it's a hard job, so maybe they won't expect too much of me.

Sadly, I'm counting the days until this assignment is over. Hopefully, as time goes by I will adjust to my new schedule, and maybe even enjoy the journey!

A New Normal

Today I started working for the first time in 18 months. Getting up at 6:00 a.m., leaving for work at 7:30 a.m., quite a change from my carefree days staying home. I can do the job, I think I will enjoy it, but not so sure that I want to do it for the long term.

Trying to figure out what Mike's job change will mean, what my temporary job will change about our lives, trying to comprehend the fact that we are going to be grandparents, hoping we don't have to move away before we even get to enjoy being grandparents. So many changes. Our lives are changing, and we aren't sure exactly what that will look like.

But, this I know: God has always been faithful. God will never abandon us. God has a future and a hope for us. So, normal is just where we happen to live one day at a time.

What a Difference A Day Makes

So to go from hopelessness to too many choices in a 24 hour period is exhausting.

Move? Stay? East? West? Take the family? Leave the family? Change in scenery? Stay put? What to do?

I am so grateful for all the options, but want to be sure and pick the best and right option.

Lots of decisions, lots of prayers, lots of research, lots more prayers.

Thankful for God's faithfulness and trust Him to lead us in the next steps.

Now What?

So, the other shoe may be dropping tomorrow. Really? Now what? They say the recession ended over a year ago. Really? For who? When will people be able to just choose to retire instead of being "shown the door". What does a 50-something year old do when faced with unemployment, no financial cushion? Where will we go? What will we do? My little part-time temporary $15 an hour job, is not going to cut it.

My stomach feels like it might explode. My mind is racing. I have no idea how this is going to work out.

So tomorrow we may hear that after twenty-three years at the same job, it may be over.

Now what?