After months spent struggling and looking for a job, I finally get one, and now I'm getting calls and emails from places I applied at months ago. Whafuck? I go to the interviews simply because the jobs would pay more than the one I just got. Silly me, I had thought that if these places had wanted to interview me, they'd have asked me to when I applied. Guess I was wrong.
Back in November, I had the opportunity to be the Keynote Speaker at a conference for self-sufficiency coordinators. I did it, and it went over great. I was very proud of myself. However, I figured that was the end of my public speaking career. Until two days ago, when I receive a call from the lady who set me up to speak in November. I am now scheduled to speak again this coming March to an entirely different group. I'm excited, yes. Still, I had not planned on this coming up again. I figured that my next public speaking would be at the amateur night comedy thing. Nope, never made it to that yet. I thought I was going to become a famous comedienne, turns out I'm going to be a politician. Guess I was wrong again.
Due to a variety of circumstances, my eldest son and his soon to be wife (due in March with little Twinkerbell) will be moving out effective the first of February. I not only thought I was ready for this to happen, but thought that my mother would just blithely accept it when I told her about the impending nuptuals and relocation. I was wrong on both counts. The decision for them to move was made like 5 days ago. My mother was just informed last night. For the past three days, I've been alternating between panic attacks about my son and Twinkerbell and Cheeks surviving on their own and fits of depression over them leaving the nest. My mother had a mild (for her) fit and accused me of ...well basically being the 17 year old version of myself only projecting it onto my own son. Hmph.
I hate being wrong.
