It was one year ago today that I was 'let go', corporate speak for canned, dumped, fired, down sized, sent packing, and screwed. Hard to believe it's been a year, even harder to believe I'm still unemployed. I know there are countless people in the same situation, millions of people in the world far worse off than me. I personally know many people who are dealing with challenges beyond my comprehension. I am grateful for the blessings in my life, I truly am, but when I go to bed at night I can only live my reality and my reality is that I need an income, and benefits, and the opportunity to once again make a difference in someone's life.
Countless resumes, who knows how many on-line job applications (they're all on-line now) and no call backs. Not one. Kinda makes me wonder how I got along in the world for so long without anything to offer. Very discouraging, pretty disheartening, and a bit difficult to remain motivated and hopeful. I do the best I can each day and the rest is out of my control. So it's unconscious but probably not coincidental that I chose today to tear apart my studio. A new look, a fresh start, a good time to clean and purge and reset the norm. A makeover of sorts, all for the price of a can of paint, some hard work, and time. I have a lot of time these days and while I can't control the outcome of my job search I can choose a new color for the walls. Yeah, I get it. After all I WAS a pretty good counselor.
I'll post again once I'm done, but for now here's a few photos that aptly show the havoc I'm creating:
|What WAS I thinking when I decided on |
pepto bismol pink 5 years ago?
|Oooooh, who knows what goodies lurk in the closet?|
|Notice the two orbs? |
Probably the spirits of people who lived mean and awful lives
and therefore get to spend eternity in a horrible pink room.
|Staging area, AKA Matto's room. |
Thank goodness he's in Minnesota
for the next few months.
|Yeah. I got a lot of stuff.|
Keep close tabs on my de-stash progress ~ goodies will appear on Etsy soon!