The Jobless Goddess

So, I’m still a jobless goddess. I sort of wonder when someone will notice the innate creative human being that I am and offer me an amazing job that will allow me to live in my paradise here. It hasn’t happened yet. But it will. How do I know this? Because I know that great things come to those who wait. For a long time. I have a really big belief in God. I don’t go to church on Sunday, although I used to. I’m not a preacher, but I know that when something ends (like Christians like to say, a door closes) another thing begins (or another door opens). All is never lost in my world. It’s one perpetual Kool-Aid smiley jug sort of. There’s always something good waiting just around my corner. Oh, sure, I get discouraged. Sometimes I even get sad. But, I’m going on 54 and in all those years I’ve seen good people and I’ve seen bad. I like the good ones better of course, and I’ve managed to maneuver around the bad so that they don’t engulf me. You just do what you have to do to...

   There’s a lot going on. Remember when your biggest challenge was should you buy the Cheerios or the Frosted Flakes for your kids? I tended to want to buy them the Tony the Tiger because it was just more fun and tasted so much better. I was probably about 42 before I realized Cheerios should have been my choice if I were a proper mother.    The other thing I’ve learned over the past few years is that these damn kids are going to grow up no matter how hard I try to stop them. And believe me, I’ve tried. From neglecting to teach them how washing machine cycles work to skipping over the whole bed making routine, that’s me. Mother of the stinking year. The more dependent on me they are the better I feel. Am I supposed to regret that? Because I probably won’t.    I clearly remember buying nursing pads to put in my specially adapted nursing bras that cost $30 when $30 was like $100 is today. I pumped the breast milk and put it in the refrigerator at th...