Today I decide to be wealthy.
It's been a day for relationships.
I went to a memorial service this morning, I was surprised to discover that the deceased, who died of medical complications, was only months older than I--I always thought she was well in her sixties. Her son talked about how happy she would be not worrying about rent and paying bills.
I found out my college roommate, whom I haven't visited with in years now has six grandchildren--five more than when I'd last talked with her. And they are all living with her and their mother, her daughter. I had no idea. Imagine the grocery bill.
One of my daughters called and talked to her dad about one of the guys she'd written ten page letters to every week for two years is engaged. She is very depressed about it. I remember those days when I was in college, and how I thought that my heart would never quit breaking, and that the scar tissue would make it hard, and I would be a bitter old lonely woman who would only get older.
Well, I got older, anyway.
I've been able to get more job applications in this week. A job interview, and three resumes distributed, two for housekeeping, one for a driver position. I need to get to the gym and start getting serious about weight-lifting, as they all require it.
A success story is that I got a number of articles written for the neighborhood newsletter. I wish my muse would return. I have a memoir that I'm ghost-writing, and I haven't worked on it for weeks now. I also got the newsletters into their envelopes. And having the job resumes sent out is definitely a plus.
Today was productive.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
It's been a day for relationships.
I went to a memorial service this morning, I was surprised to discover that the deceased, who died of medical complications, was only months older than I--I always thought she was well in her sixties. Her son talked about how happy she would be not worrying about rent and paying bills.
I found out my college roommate, whom I haven't visited with in years now has six grandchildren--five more than when I'd last talked with her. And they are all living with her and their mother, her daughter. I had no idea. Imagine the grocery bill.
One of my daughters called and talked to her dad about one of the guys she'd written ten page letters to every week for two years is engaged. She is very depressed about it. I remember those days when I was in college, and how I thought that my heart would never quit breaking, and that the scar tissue would make it hard, and I would be a bitter old lonely woman who would only get older.
Well, I got older, anyway.
I've been able to get more job applications in this week. A job interview, and three resumes distributed, two for housekeeping, one for a driver position. I need to get to the gym and start getting serious about weight-lifting, as they all require it.
A success story is that I got a number of articles written for the neighborhood newsletter. I wish my muse would return. I have a memoir that I'm ghost-writing, and I haven't worked on it for weeks now. I also got the newsletters into their envelopes. And having the job resumes sent out is definitely a plus.
Today was productive.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
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