I have been reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ over the last few months. It has taken a lot of time because the ‘Eat’ portion was slow. It didn’t quite keep me reading. Not that it wasn’t well-written, it was, but it didn’t speak to me.
I got sucked ‘The Help’ and then ‘Starting From Scratch’ and then ‘The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks’. All of which I really should write reviews on because they are amazing.
Now I am in a lull, still discussing Hunger Games’ and starting to read Water For Elephants. I devoured the entire HG series last year and have been chomping at the bit for the movie.
Anyway, I am sick and in pain, so today I begin to read ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ again. I have ventured into the ‘Pray’ section and I have to say it has been very enthralling.
Gilbert’s candid prose about her experience has me stunned. Everything she says has touched something deep inside me. The passage that struck me was:
“Devotion is diligence without assurance. Faith is a way of saying, “Yes, I pre-accept the terms of the universe and I embrace in advance what I am presently incapable of understanding.”"
What a way to say something that affects any person who has any type of religion?
I”m not sure about the Love section yet, I am going to start that tomorrow. The Pray was a bit much for me, her struggles and experiences are overwhelming.
I would say even if you don’t think this book is something you would read, pick it up and read the Pray section, you won’t regret it.
Never before would I have slept with the windows open.
I has been a constant fear in my life that someone would creep in through an open window and hurt me. I have suffered through high electricity bills from constant air conditioning or undressed down to my undies while I sweat to death when I have not had the money for air.
Suddenly, this year, that has changed. That fear, in light of all my family has been through in the past year, has been vanquished. I have had my windows open since we got home from Minnesota last week. I haven’t closed them at night.
During the day I have been leaving my back door open so the dogs can run in and out. Even with our privacy fence and locked gate, that has never been an option.
I am not sure what has changed, but I am glad it has! Take that!
My son’s third obsession is Bananas.
Kind of goes along with the monkey thing, huh? LOL
For breakfast he wants bananas.
For snack he wants bananas.
For lunch he wants bananas.
For dinner….well you get the point!
The only thing is I can’t buy enough bananas at once to make him happy.
If I buy one bunch, he munches through them like a termite destroys wood.
If I buy two or more bunches at once, he suddenly goes on banana strike.
That s#!t is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
Also. he loves the dancing peanut butter jelly time banana….
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My son’s second recent obsession is Santa.
And yes, this happened after Christmas was over, not during the season.
And…he is not obsessed with Santa the person as much as what Santa says.
Ho Ho Ho!
Which applies to everything white and fluffy.
Marshmallows are Ho Ho Ho.
Bubble Bath is Ho Ho Ho.
Cotton Balls are Ho Ho Ho.
And of course anyone with a white beard is Ho Ho Ho.
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Life has been the hardest it has been in my entire life. When I was younger I at least only had to worry about myself. Now I have three children and a house to take care of. Whether I like it or not, something has got to give.
Financially we are at the end of our rope. No matter how hard my husband and I try, no matter how many gigs we each take in any industry we can, we are barely making it.
Poker isn’t great now….just waiting to see if new legislation will open the market back up for my husband. He has been putting in applications everywhere and the placement he got was part-time. They didn’t work most of January, won’t work most of March or May and the summer doesn’t look so great either. Spectacular.
My freelancing has been put in the slow cooker because with going to school (to get that degree I need for people to hire me, confound it!) and being with the kids, I cannot take on a large client load. I can’t deliver with so little time, then I don’t get paid. So I am watching kids…babysitting, part-time nanny work, just doing what I can with the skills I have.
So with all this and the enormous amount of pressure volunteering for the Girl Scouts has put on me lately, blogging has not even been on the stove. There wasn’t even room on the back burner for it.
Now I have so many hard choices to make that my head is spinning. I have to make sure we don’t lose the house and that we both get jobs that work for our family. I have to figure out how to get my car fixed….oh that is a gem, my husband wrecked it the first day of his new job, completely trashed it….still wondering what I did so bad as to deserve that little kick from karma.
Normally I am a pretty positive person. I do the right thing because it is right, I see the best in people because that is what they deserve. But lately, I’m losing my faith in things, lately I’m a little down.
A lot of sick, tired and stress has sapped my blogging and writing mojo in general.
I have made a commitment to go back to school to better learn to market myself and have that degree behind me.
The rejection of the job market and the constant stress of making ends meet has sucked the life right out of me.
A friend of mine linked to a FB site that has lit a fire inside me and hopefully will renew my optimism: The Face of the 99%
I am hoping that knowing so many people are in similar positions to myself and my family will help me.
We are only holding on because we have so many good people in our lives that help out. Our family members that help don’t even know the amount of rejection and hardship we have faced. My husband and I put on a happy face and make it seem like things are ok.
We try everyday. We hear ‘no’ everyday. We fear losing more everyday. A bit of us dies everyday.
Here is my contribution to The Face of the 99%:
I am a wife.
I am a mother.
I am a student.
I am a volunteer.
I am a hard worker.
I am a good friend.
I am unemployed.
I have worked since the day I could legally work. I have paid many years of taxes and social security. I have paid my bills and helped others pay theirs. I made a choice two years ago to quit my job for my newborn son’s welfare. Paying for his daycare would be too expensive since he was premature. With two other kids, it just seemed to be a better decision to cut our spending so I could stay at home with the kids.
A year later my husband lost his job. He did not qualify for unemployment. He put in hundreds of applications and sent out his resume but he could not find anything. We took a chance on a lifetime dream of his and took out our retirement to have as savings. As the economy got worse and the government came out with new laws on that industry, our savings melted away and we were left with nothing.
After over a year of barely paying bills, almost losing our house and constantly looking for work we finally broke down and applied for Medicaid and food stamps. It was not an easy decision but we needed help and after a combined 35 years of paying into the system, I think we have paid for the assistance we get now.
I have put in over 65 applications in the past six months at places that tell me I am over-qualified because of my experience, sent out my resume to 40 different companies for jobs similar to the one I held before. I have not received one offer.
My husband has sent out almost 250 resumes in two years for jobs like the one he had, even ones with an hour or two commute, along with over 50 applications in the past six months to places he is apparently over-qualified to work. He has had one job offer. For a position with an 80 mile roundtrip commute, at minimum wage for 4 hours, 5 days a week. Unfortunately, we crunched the numbers and the paycheck would barely pay for gas to get there and back.
I am not a freeloader.
I am not uneducated.
I am no longer going to keep quiet.
I AM the 99% and my voice counts!
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5.) I have no idea where the following message originated from, but it’s been floating around Facebook for the past week…who does it make you think about?
If you are looking for my usual sarcastic sense of humor and cute pictures of Ewoks….today is not your day. This week’s writing prompt has brought up something serious, a topic that hurts my heart just to think about, let alone to write about.
I have this friend…I think…I assume…hell I don’t know. She came into my life when I was very alone and when I needed someone. She was there for me and supported me through a year of turmoil and grief and depression. Then I gave back, because I was grateful for her friendship.
The problem is I have giving back and getting little ever since then. I try and try and try but she always has something better to do, some place more exciting to be.
I have texted to check on her when her FB clearly shows she is in turmoil and never received a response.
I have called, usually getting voicemail and no return call.
I have invited her to every function I have and there is always an excuse as to why she cannot attend. She even skipped my birthday reducing me to tears when she didn’t bother showing up. Several times she has left a function she actually showed up to claiming illness, only to post pictures with other friends out at a club later the same evening. (Darn that FB and it catching people in lies….)
And if I respond to anything on her FB it seems she answers every other commenter but skips addressing me, even of I ask a direct question.
It’s infuriating….maddening and very very hurtful.
Several times I have tried to cut ties in an effort to save myself the heartache of being rejected by her. I give in every time she needs me and I’m not sure when enough is enough.
She herself posts stuff like the picture above and statuses about fake friends constantly and I feel like this is my hint as a writing prompt.
Maybe I need to let it go….maybe I should grieve this friendship where I obviously care way more for her than she does for me. Maybe by doing this I will have the strength to ignore her the next time she needs me. I really don’t think I can do it anymore.
Every invitation she declines, text message she ignores, phone call she doesn’t make breaks my heart.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop.
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