Fast Forward

Over the next couple of months, I apply for dozens of jobs.  I try to resuscitate my professional network.  The economy is just about where anyone who's been paying attention for the past 30 years would expect it to be.  

Although, many positions are advertised as on-line application only, few companies do more than send an automated reply.  No phone screens.  No job interviews. No job prospects.

I have many skills and can work hard.  I tend not to be easily discouraged.  I've contacted some headhunters.  I continue to apply for jobs. I continue trying to talk to friends, friends of friends, etc, about places where I may work.  Contacts are not forthcoming, but I try.

A local yoga studio and the local athletic club have both hired me to teach classes. The money is minimal, but it is a contribution to the community.  And it gets me out of the house and in contact with people.  Angel is patient.  Her faith in me does not waver.

Isabelle the cat sleeps curled in a sunny window.  She has adjusted to the move and to becoming a house cat.  She does not seem worried.

My dialog with the universe seems to be as follows:

"Bring me another rock, please."

I scramble off.  Search for a rock.  Rock in hand, I return.

"Okay.  Here."

"Sorry.  That's the Wrong Rock."