The question of the day is not what will I wear to work, but where will I work? You see, I found out yesterday that my company is closing down. After 10 years, it is almost like losing a spouse. My boss has always been there for me and asked me to stay on until the end (end of December it looks like) to assist him with closing things up. I didn’t feel I could say no, as he always helped me out when things were rough.
So where do I go from here? Who knows. Could the timing have been any worse (I mean, I just got a house after being a renter for 10 years)? Since Mr. Vixen is on his third appeal for disability, I am the sole provider for our household. I would be lying if I told you this doesn’t scare the crap outta me. The Universe sent me a message this morning:
What can you now do,
that you’d like to do,
that you aren’t doing?
Do it, Vixen.
It has me thinking. What can I do? What do I want to do? And at this time can those two questions be compatible?