It's been a terrible flipping week.
The attacks on children in China and Newtown have had me holding D extra close. I can't even begin to imagine that horror. There simply are no words.
And.... I lost my job. I've worked part time as a graphic designer for a not-for-profit for eons. I've been very fortunate to have had a bit of secure income that guaranteed, even in the leanest times, that groceries could be paid for every week. Despite my longevity with the place, they're small with a limited operating budget so there's no severance pay. A week before Christmas, I'm sure you'll agree, is pretty shitty timing.
I've never lost a job before and it's been 20ish years since I've been completely out of work. Frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
But what is there to do? The only thing to do is to pick up and move forward. And when you can't find hope for yourself, perhaps creating it for someone else can help. So here's the baker's boy, bestowed with striped socks and a crown and instilled with a strange thrilling wonder.
While waiting for this little monkey to cheer me up, I'm going to eat a pound of fudge and roll around in some glitter to drown my sorrows.
Here's hoping tomorrow will be a brighter day.
