There are times when I wonder about the future and what will become of me. It would be easy to allow the uncertainty to overwhelm mean, even though I know in my heart that I'm going to be fine. This state of uncertainty, and the stress that can accompany it, is to be expected when one finds oneself to be unemployed in the worst economy in our lifetimes. It would be stressful under the best of circumstances...and these are hardly the best of circumstances by any estimation. Still, I have to be honest; I'm a very, very fortunate person.
OK, so I'm currently sans income. Thankfully, I'm in a reasonably good place financially, and I have a roof over my head (and, as of this morning, the rent will be paid two months ahead). I can feed myself, and I don't have to worry about my physical security. Better yet, I have the right to express myself freely (as long as I'm not advocating for the assassination of the President or the violent overthrow of our government). I can wake up in the morning and spread my thoughts over da Interweb and know that, if anyone is actually reading, I'm safely within the bounds of the law.
Yes, I have a pretty good life, and things could be much worse...
