I’ve been feeling like a lumpy loser the past few weeks. Still no jobs, nothing new to write, bla bla bla. Then of course, I do the brilliant stalking activity of comparing myself to every other journalist friend and associate of mine who has a job, beating myself up even more … so smart!
So in an effort to lift up my spirits a little, here are things I am proud of, assets, accomplishments and other fun junk:
I have a car! (gas is another question…)
I have a house full of lovely, impossibly cute animals!
I have a university degree already (two of them!).
I understand sciency stuff!
I have a loving and supportive partner!
I have a step-son that constantly challenges me and makes me get off my butt to make sure shit’s clean in the house.
I still have a sense of humour!
I can afford to pay for rent and bills (for now)!
I have amazing, supportive friends!
I know how to string a sentence together and get paid for it!
I know how to work with clay to make cups, bowls, plates, vases, etc!
I have a comfy bed!
I was able to get an asthma pump without a prescription the other day!
My mom is cool!
My Nana is deteriorating, but she’s amazing!
I have supportive and wonderful in-laws!
I’m not homeless!
I can knit and crochet blankets!
I have lots of experience!
I can start something and follow-through!
I can make really good food!
I have nice eyes!
I have clothes that still fit!
Sneezing feels good!
… you get the idea. It’s small and big stuff. But there ya go.
It’s hard not to be in the dumps right now. Job hunting and the baby issue are enormous columns, shooting lasers at me every time I move. I wake up sad and in a panic. It’s not an easy time right now.