Wake me up, when September ends
Even though this is the first time that I have posted in September, it definitely is not the first time that I have been on here. Honestly, I have spent most of the month lacking either words to write or the desire to write them. Yet, with the end of the month drawing so close, I must post once more.
This has not been an easy month. No, strike that, this has been a typical month in an extremely difficult year. Turbulent, I believe, would be an appropriate term to describe 2008. It is most likely the one I will use, since no others spring to mind. Painful, trying, depressing; all very appropriate descriptions, but not as fitting as turbulent. And I hold no false hope as to redemption in the few months that remain.
Death has been an ever present subject on my mind; what with the potentially fatal accident (but thankfully not) that an aunt of mine was in at the beginning of the month and the five year anniversary of my Dad's death at the end of next month. Prayers of her recovery seem to be the only ones that God is hearing from me.
Finances, which have always been slim, definitely haven't been helped with continuing to receive doctor's bills. Finances have also kept me from getting tested as to the cause of the cyst(s) that also have been, well, a pain in my side. The lone light spot is the massive amounts of hours I am getting at work, which definitely help when I do receive the bills.
All is not lost though. The reason "turbulent" is so appropriate is that I have experiences sudden ups to the dramatic drops, very much like being in a plane in the middle of a thunderstorm (which I've done more times than I care for). My entire year has been very much like the seat-gripping-roller-coaster ride in the skies. There is no need to rehash, just read (or reread) everything that I have posted on here and realize that it is but a small fraction to what I have experienced.
Anyway, as I was say, I have a job that I love. I needed that year-and-a-half break from both the book environment and the standard retail environment to recharge my burnt out batteries. Food service is certainly not for me. On the same token, it also gives me more respect for those who not only can do it, but do. With the constant hours come the constant pay, which is putting me closer and closer to the black. Also, there is a good chance that I will be working with my former manager, although she only wants part-time low level work. It will be good to work with her again. She is but a fragment of my past that will keep me focused on the future.
A future that is ever unclear day by day. I once had the illusion of what paths each year would take. An illusion I lost five years ago and has been reiterated every day this year.
So, that is it for now. There is more to be said, but no time to say it. Maybe I will post again this month, but only time will tell.
