Losing my job has been difficult. Trying to frantically add numbers, revamp budgets, apply for new positions and worry, worry, worry. We have felt a little helpless at times and I’ve of course felt sorry for myself.
As important as a job and money are in life, they are so far away from being number one. I scroll through my blog reader this morning and read the last few posts I’ve missed from Kellie and read this line:
“It’s those days when I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to eat…I don’t even want to go on.”
I read that and just think who gives a shit about my stupid job? I have my family. My husband is here and healthy and loving and my son is thriving. Take everything away and leave me them and I will be fine. They are all that matters in this world.