At Least They're Committed

“The Eight of Swords has appeared today to urge you to take some time to stop thinking or at least slow your thought process. The swords surrounding the woman represent the thoughts that are keeping her trapped and blinded to the truth of her circumstances. If you feel like your mind is racing and you can’t slow down, take ten to fifteen minutes today to sit with your eyes closed and focus on just one thing. Whether it is your breathing or the sound of a fan in the room, focusing on something that is happening in the present moment will help you get out of your head so you can see things a little more clearly.”

While I was searching for my next career, I clicked on one of those moon card/tarot sites just for fun. It was uncanny. I immediately got an email saying a major life change was coming April 4. Wild! That was the first day I was officially unemployed after being laid off Feb. 22 by my place of work the past 19 years. So, for the heck of it, I subscribed to the daily card reading. Totally fun! Of course, I always say a prayer before even looking at what the card is going to ‘tell me.’ If there’s any way for God to give me insights, you know I’ll take it!

The passage above really hit home. I think, in general, it would for a lot of people. For me, after it became clear that I’m unemployable in the communications field being as I’m 61 years old, I decided to find what I wanted to do part time for the next couple of years.

Ta-da! I immediately got a job at the one place I always thought, “Hmmm, I bet it’d be fun to work here!”

We closed at 2 p.m. yesterday for the Memorial Day holiday (we’re always closed Sundays) and, since a coworker’s 59th is coming up, one of the guys grabbed a 12-pack of birthday boy’s favorite brew and we sat and stood around having a beer and BSing. My coworkers are 66, 59, 28 and 22. The owners are my age. No age discrimination, no gender discrimination, no race discrimination, no social-status discrimination. That’s extremely refreshing having come from a place that talked the DEI talk, but never, never, never walked the walk.

By reading and rereading the passage above, I’m reflecting that, ya know, I really don’t give a shit about past betrayals and injustices. Throughout my illustrious (ahem) career, there have been so many that I just shrug and move on. It’s waaaaay more fun to sit back and watch the shit show when comeuppance descends upon the unjust. I don’t wait for it, hell no. God’s time, not ours. In this case, I don’t even follow anything or any one connected to it. I just don’t care. Golly, I guess that means I may never know what befell the rot! Hmmmm. Shrug. I just don’t give a shit and damn, that feels great.