A Heartfelt Thanks

Friends, I am having a hard time. The combination of being unemployed & normal winter blues is taking it's toll. I'm kind of sinking. For whatever reason, Saturdays are particularly hard, probably because I'm not leaving the house or spending any money, which is what I used to do on Saturdays. So Saturdays being rough has led to Saturday nights being rough, followed by Sundays & Sunday nights. You can pretty much bet that at some point during the weekend, I am having a melt down & taking John down with me.

Then, because this is how the universe works, all of this other shit keeps happening. Nothing major, mind you, just more bullshit that makes an already hard time even harder, e.g. a knee injury; a check engine light; cancelling a much needed hair appt to pay for new running shoes; realizing you have a shit-ton of grey hair that you've never seen before & don't know if it's from stress or lack of highlights; getting turned down for every job you apply for, some of which you really wanted & thought you would get, & sometimes, hilariously, all on the same day. Point? Folks, don't walk beside me in a lightning storm, that's all I'm saying.

So yeah, life's a bitch - blah, blah, blah, but that's not what this post is about. I know, could have fooled me, right? No, this post is a shout-out to my husband, my family & my friends, without whom, I probably would have thrown myself in front of a train by now.

So, in no particular order, thank you all for: paying for my coffee/breakfast/lunch/dinner/; making me leave the house to meet your for said coffee/breakfast/lunch/dinner; taking me to the movies; making me re-learn how to swim; getting me out on the green way to walk our dogs; letting me vent; listening in general; telling me about jobs; writing letters of recommendation; getting your boss to write letters of recommendation; offering to bring me dinner; dropping cupcakes off at my house; flowers; cards; refusing to let me pay you for a brow wax (or 3); calling to check in; supplementing our bank account to make sure we can pay our bills; reminding me that I'm more qualified than I think I am; buying me ice cream & splurging for the magic shell; constant emails/texts/chats to check in & offer support; letting me off the hook for birthday presents; & not complaining when you come home every single Saturday to find me crying on the couch.

I turn 35 in May & I daresay, this is the hardest thing I've been through. There's no way to do justice to the range of emotions I feel on any given day. This is humiliating & it's arduous. From the very bottom of my heart, I thank you all for sticking with me. XOXO

Chicken Schnitzel

Weekend Wrap Up