Self Care

Hello Everyone: Today was my day to listen to crappy hold music. I had to call the unemployment office to find out why I couldn't certify for benefits, only to be put on hold long enough to shower, dress, and eat lunch. The bad news is that my benefits were exhausted but I didn't let it deter me from applying for housing and food assistance as well as a job. I'm hoping to be employed soon so I can get off all forms of assistance for good. I don't like it one bit because I hate feeling needy but I hate the alternatives (no money or asking Sis and BIL again) even more. I just do what I need to do to take care of myself. That's self care in a nutshell. I keep putting out into the universe that I want to be secure, stable, and comfortable and I take the steps I need to take to make it happen but it just seems like such agony. I don't know if the Higher Power is listening to my noctural chatter but I wish he or she would and grant my wish or, at the very least, mum and dad intercede for me. No, I suddenly didn't have a come toward the light moment,it's just I have no one else to complain to so I might as well complain to the Higher Power. Honestly, I have no idea what I'm going to do besides make dinner for myself. Maybe that's all I need to do right now. The day is over and I've do everything I could to take care of myself for day. The rest is up to the universe. My plan tomorrow is to get going on that community college teacher training certificate program. I have a good feeling about this one. Even though my future prospects look more like professor adjunct, one never knows what that could lead to. My point for pursuing this career path is following through on a revelation I had before I started by short tenure at the local religious school, be the teacher, not the teacher's assistant. It was obvious that the administration had no clue what to do with me. Advancement was not in the cards and it made me think no wonder some faculty member don't stay forever. Some do because they like it and I did too but I also didn't want to be a career TA. Call it a grander vision for myself. Anyway, my ears hurt from all the crappy hold music and I'm hungry.