I write as the rain pours

Thunder booms and the wind blinds the view from my bedroom window. Strategically opened doors and windows fill the house with the cool clean refreshment of a late summer thunderstorm. It is needed, especially today after the Cuteness accidentally broke the microwave trying to make a melted cheese sandwich. Ten minutes is nine too many.

So my story, my bid for recognition and a healthy paycheck based on my talent AND my skills, continues on. My own pondering and self reflection bleeding into the pages. Is the path one chose of one's own free will really the right one? Am I truly using my gifts to the best of their abilities? Am I really happy with what I do?

*massive crash of thunder*

Well. That was close.

I bleed and sigh over once again being betrayed by my body. The repro system is not kind to me. I march on, despite migraines and hormone imbalances, grief and stress. I put out job application after job application, praying for a bite, an interest that's not some insurance company trying to expand with new agents. I'm not a small business person. My years at the shop proved that. I'm bad at making profits for profits' sake. I work best when I'm managing data and processing forms.

So I do what I can, make good dinners and write a story about finding one's true calling and continue to peruse the job sites applying for what I'm qualified to do. May the gods smile on me and guide me to my proper place.