This morning, I got up and went for a walk. It was a short one--a little over 3 miles--but it gave me some time to commune with nature and think. Nothing in my life has been going quite the way it was supposed to lately. The primary problem is that I found out last week that the organization I was supposed to start working for in September has decided to close. As a result, I have found myself unemployed and terrified about it.
I am lucky in that my family will help me until I find a new job, but that doesn't make it feel any better. For almost a week, I've felt that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when an elevator lurches downward too fast and you feel like the floor has fallen out from under you. I'm hoping it will all work out for the best and that I'll end up finding something better, but I am clearly not a fortunate individual and I don't want to set myself up for disappointment.