Last week buzzed with so much activity that I had to classify a trip to the grocery store as "free time." Hey, you take what you can get.
On Monday, my friends Jen and Drew welcomed their first child into the world. The next day, I visited the new family at the hospital. Even before walking into their room, I had happy tears in my eyes. All I could think about was how fortunate I feel to witness the beginnings of their family, and how people like them give me hope. The baby is beautiful, with a full head of hair. They had her bundled up in a blanket, and she looked like a ham. I mean that in the best possible way. I marvel at the life that stretches before this tiny person.
The next day, my mother came to help me shop for an interview suit. I had tried to explain to her that whenever I try on suits, I wind up looking like a little girl playing dress-up. I also told her that I refused to buy my suit at Ann Taylor, because I will look like Day-to-Night Barbie minus the D-cups. She scoffed at both of my claims until we made it to Marshall Field's. I don't like Marshall Field's; I think it's a C-list Saks with dirty dressing rooms and poor customer service. But my mother, who is a longstanding card holder there, had a discount coupon, so we decided to give it a go. Our evening of shopping ended with me tugging on the lapels of a $600 suit, frowning at the fact that the only flattering outfit cost nearly as much as rent. I didn't buy it.
Then, on Wednesday, I did a big thing: I resigned from my job. It still hasn't hit me. I've been part of Job Club for four years, and very soon my daily routine will be completely different. I feel a strange amalgamation of disbelief (did I really just do that?) and optimism. Maybe it's foolish to leave a steady job when the economy is lousy, but I feel ready for a change. Ready for a challenge. Ready for the next chapter. Ready to eat a lot of rice and beans.
On Monday, my friends Jen and Drew welcomed their first child into the world. The next day, I visited the new family at the hospital. Even before walking into their room, I had happy tears in my eyes. All I could think about was how fortunate I feel to witness the beginnings of their family, and how people like them give me hope. The baby is beautiful, with a full head of hair. They had her bundled up in a blanket, and she looked like a ham. I mean that in the best possible way. I marvel at the life that stretches before this tiny person.
The next day, my mother came to help me shop for an interview suit. I had tried to explain to her that whenever I try on suits, I wind up looking like a little girl playing dress-up. I also told her that I refused to buy my suit at Ann Taylor, because I will look like Day-to-Night Barbie minus the D-cups. She scoffed at both of my claims until we made it to Marshall Field's. I don't like Marshall Field's; I think it's a C-list Saks with dirty dressing rooms and poor customer service. But my mother, who is a longstanding card holder there, had a discount coupon, so we decided to give it a go. Our evening of shopping ended with me tugging on the lapels of a $600 suit, frowning at the fact that the only flattering outfit cost nearly as much as rent. I didn't buy it.
Then, on Wednesday, I did a big thing: I resigned from my job. It still hasn't hit me. I've been part of Job Club for four years, and very soon my daily routine will be completely different. I feel a strange amalgamation of disbelief (did I really just do that?) and optimism. Maybe it's foolish to leave a steady job when the economy is lousy, but I feel ready for a change. Ready for a challenge. Ready for the next chapter. Ready to eat a lot of rice and beans.
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