I've been a bit fuzzy-headed for the past few days.
Totally tuned in to me and what's going on in my life.
I've not been spending quality time with anyone. Not even S.
Who? Appears to be willing to give me time to lick my unemployed wounds and give me the space I need to get a fucking grip.
To all who commented on my last post? I thank you. Your words of support have helped and I appreciate you taking the time to let me know you're out there. To those of you I dumped on in emails (you know who you are)? An extra special thanks for letting me vent and offering further words of encouragement.
As of today, five days post-termination (gah, what a horrible word) (and it was a termination. If they were to call me back from lay-off, I would not go. I really did hate it there.), I'm starting to form a plan. I don't have many details yet, but I have realized that it is important to continue on, to move forward, to not let this beat me.
I take after my dad in that regard. He's an eternal optimist and he has faith that his daughter will rise above and continue onward. And he did not frown, balk, or otherwise discourage when I said that the police academy might be where I end up. He mentioned that he had a ton of fun when he volunteered for the county's Mounted Division (he had a Palomino named Scout) and that I should not discount policing as a career.
Mom, on the other hand, is in full-on freak-out mode and until she calms down about all this, I find I'm tending to tune her out a bit. I hope that's not mean. I'm trying to cope, ya know?