Last night I woke up [not unusual, I wake up a lot in the middle of the night] with a thought.
I considered what had happened to me -- being let go. I considered how angry, upset, and full of disbelief I'd been. I considered my feelings and the stress it must be causing my body. It sure couldn't be doing me any good.
So I mentally pictured sitting down with my former boss and thanking him for the time I spent working for him. I thought about the good and not the bad.
Strange as it seems, in a blip, I felt better than I have for a while.
This means I can let go and move forward.
No need to look over my shoulder and be angry.
So after changing the serpentine belt in the car this morning, I'm headed to see my eldest son and watch him run a half marathon tomorrow. It looks like another fun weekend.
Morris is already quite nervous. He knows we are going somewhere, he sees the suitcase and bags lined up.
He is pacing....