I have news! I begin training for what I hope will be a new job for me in about two weeks!
I’m very happy with this, because I really thought working was just done for me. I hated that idea. I worked almost solidly from the time I was 17 to when I was 43 and had the stroke. Not working afterward seemed like the only option, yes, but thinking I'd never work again was,, honestly, extremely depressing.
Why would not working be so bad? Well, one thing about working is that it's a different part of your life. Something to do with its own problems and solutions, a place with different people and other things to do. While it's good for a lot of people, being a house spouse has never been my aspiration. It wasn't what I dreamed of as a kid, as a teen, and certainly not as the adult I was up until 2019.
After, it wasn't really something I wanted either. It was more of a “well, I guess this is my life now.” I can find some joy in it, but I'm not doing anything new, I’m not really helping anyone, and I want to be. I don't like not doing it.
This could change that! I heard about it a few years ago and thought it sounded like something I might want to do. Then, the person who was going to try to get the training started couldn't finish the process. Eventually, I matched up with a social worker who worked in a place that had the program, and here we are.
Sometimes things you want can take longer than you think they will to actually happen. Sometimes you give up on those things, then the thing suddenly works and the peoces fall into place.
The trick is waiting to see how it wor
ks out.
