Monday, May 11, 2009

"When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, 'Try it one more time.' " - Unknown

Two months, 6 interviews and my past professional experience shared ump-teen times and still no job...what I was thought was going in a positive direction turned out to be yet another symptom of the economy. A job I was interviewing for and was told was going to be hired for, at the last minute was closed due to budget constraints.

First upon hearing this I got angry, frustrated and tears sprang to my eyes but remembered it is my decision to decided how to respond. They may not have been able to hire me but they sure couldn't take my determination or spirit.

Plus I met some great people while interviewing and two women with whom I'm going to actually meet up with for coffee. I may not have gotten the job out of the 'process' but I gained a friend which is equally as valuable.

The longer I stay unemployed the more fearful I become but I'm trying to channel that fear elsewhere and be more productive. It is hard to not sit and stew or worry or even worse feel sorry for yourself but trying to take the perspective that this time of unemployment may not last forever and I should try and soak it up for all its worth. I just so wish I had the DNA to sit on the couch and eat bon bons while watching the soaps, but alas i don't...product of my mother I suppose. (Love you mom) :)

We are also going through a major home transformation...Jeremy is trying to 'give me a home'. He and a friend have done all the demo work on the kitchen and bathrooms, knocking out walls, rewiring electrical, putting in can lighting, re-drywalling, etc...and I cannot tell you how impressed I am by him. Not only is he doing it all with his bare hands, he does it with a laugh, a smile and an attitude to be admired.

We are living in a bit of chaos and dust at the moment, but for those who have seen the house before, to see the walls down in the kitchen, to feel the openness and air that now flows through is amazing. It is going to be beautiful when it's all said and done. I couldn't be more proud of Jeremy in not only having the knowledge to do all this demo work but in wanting to make this a 'home', 'our home.' For that Jeremy, THANK YOU. It isn't the colors, the curtains, the flooring or cabinets that will make this 'our' home it's your big heart.


I was able to get to Seattle for a wee bit to see my family and while dad was still pale (recovering from the severe blood loss) and still a bit fatigued his humor was intact which is always a good sign. He is still suffering from sciatica which is a bit better after the cortisone shot but still has a way to go. June 01 are some scoping procedures to gather some cells and analyze where we are with Barrett's Syndrome. Positive thoughts and prayers. I just want him healthy again. My mom also has a torn rotater cuff and is a lot of pain as well. She is trying physical therapy but it's not helping much and she, like my father (sorry mom) is too stubborn to explore arthroscopic surgery. I am hopeful the PT will work and / or that she will see some relief soon. I hate seeing her wince or feel like the wind has been knocked out of her when she goes to lift open the car door or grab for something. Makes me wish I could suck all her pain away ala Edward in Twilight. :)

Being so far away makes me feel so helpless but I am thankful, so thankful for my baby brother (who is not so much a baby anymore) who has stepped into the role of 'caretaker' and is doing one of the most amazing jobs I have seen. I couldn't be more proud of my brother. He has been there for my parents every step of the way through this last ordeal and as I mentioned kept me abreast of what was going on even during my moments of frustration. As he prepares to become a father, to have a child of his own I am convinced without a doubt he is going to be one of the best father's around. I am honored to be your sister Andrew and thank you for taking care of our parents and being there when we all needed you most. You are my hero and I know mom and dad couldn't be more proud of you, their son. Always know that....

In love,

Lara


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