- Are going to lose your job in seven weeks?
- Are going to have a baby in seven weeks?
- Have no idea what to do about day care?
- Have no idea what to do about insurance?
- Run out of gas on the Hoan bridge (besides hunch over in embarrassment)?
- Hear some size-0-14-week-pregnant girl complain about neck pain in prenatal yoga...
- Get into a fender-bender with five month pregnant chick who doesn't have insurance (while on your way to prenatal yoga...)
- Notice your dog has a weird eye irritation? (Look, Harper's winking! Forever...)
Except when dealing with the 14-week prego. You glare with a look that says "Really, your neck hurts? Really? I'm only carrying a four-pound soccer ball in my uterus - but lets forget about me and the other five woman who are at least six months pregnant and focus on your non-existent-to-mild neck pain!"
Back to me and my pity party.
I hate throwing them. Yes, sometimes they can be therapeutic, but most of the time, they just perpetuate the "whoa is me" sob session.
This morning as I was driving over the Hoan bridge - looking at Lake Michigan (just like in the movies) - I really thought about my job "situation" as a true opportunity. I've been so stressed because I've delayed the job search and application process - no desire to purchase a maternity appropriate interview outfit and kindly explain that I'd love to start in July. I've been stuck in this weird non-action-mode and I hate(d) it.
I need to take this opportunity and be patient that I'll find the right opportunity - and possibly get to live out my dream of being a part-time barista at Starbucks (I'm not kidding).
"Patience is bitter, but the fruit is sweet." Lida Clarkson