This year has been horrible and it keeps getting worse. The election results… The DAPL… The resurgence of White Supremacy (which was always there though)… To top it off the Château will be delayed 3 more weeks and if our Plan A doesn’t work out, we will be officially homeless come November 30th. Many friends and peeps have asked us to not concentrate on this problem because it is Thanksgiving and we should distract ourselves which has really hit a nerve.
This request may be made with the best intentions but it is a bit naive or maybe even totally rude of them to think finding a roof for our family is something we can postpone to have a piece of turkey and a side of mindless banter. We don’t work like normal humans and trust faith blindly. The whole “it is in (insert favorite diety here) hands” does not fly with us. This is a hard task that requires our attention. You’d be surprised how many calls and emails I have fielded mid holiday to resolve the matter. Business is business.
For the first time in my 35 years the future is dark and uncertain, with the difficulty of an underwater Super Mario game level. However, I am thankful for the opportunity to learn what I am made out of. I have to say though that I have managed to impress myself throughout this process. The adulting version of myself, the side of me that is keeping it real and is working to find a reasonable solution to this conundrum is thriving in adversity; she is the strong, independent mastermind that is making the impossible possible. I am in awe of this magical beast that can turn a hopeless situation into a learning and breathtakingly beautiful experience. I’m proud of her and eternally amazed by her grace under pressure and her success. It is like having a built in friend and support network. An introvert’s world is a strange place to navigate; she is the person I talk to when I talk to myself and boy does she deliver.
Even though the situation sucks, there are a few things I’m thankful for having experienced. These are:
Zach’s journey and love.
Dasher and Dexter.
My crazy sister’s antics.
My husband’s challenging personality.
Clarity and peace of mind.
The new house.
The old one.
My bosses and coworkers.
I’m seriously hoping 2017 sucks less…