A little while ago, I was sitting here in the La-Z-Grrl wondering what to write about. I was smiling to myself and reveling in the moment because it was filled with contentment and happiness, though the nagging doubts of never thinking of anything good to write about started to erode the moment a bit.
Then I realized today was a momentous anniversary.
One year ago today, I officially lost my job as a copywriter at Hell, Inc. It seems weird to say officially, but that’s because we had those three months of weird notice where we kinda had a job but really had absolutely nothing to do.
Holy shit, can you believe it’s been a year already? My mind reels with the way things have changed in the last 12 months.
Last March was bad news — no job, no prospects, and a house full of emotionally-wounded, out-of-control Tibbles and Sister #3. Last March was so painful that I still cannot go back and read the archives from that time. They are too full of fear and anger. I cannot remember a time in my life where I was more lost and afraid.
This March I have a crazy awesome job, money in the bank, and the Tibbles are doing as well as can be expected. Sister #3 is doing fantastically, today she passed her social work license test, and she’ll be graduating in a few months with her BSW.