This is a crosspost from my other blog at fannyfae.com.
The way to mend the bad world is to create the right world.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s been far too long since I have updated this blog. No doubt there have been some that have lost patience with me for my neglect. That’s ok. I realize that’s my own fault. Sometimes, life gets in the way and making the time for blogging is something that I have intended to do but just didn’t. In excavating my soul, in my efforts to create the right world, I made a decision that I supposedly made last year.
This past Saturday night, I worked my final shift at a C-store that I spent five years at working part time. Those last two days for me were far from a walk in the park and they were grueling in the sense that I was on my feet nearly the entire day on a knee that has a torn meniscus. Needless to say, I was a hurting puppy at the end of it all.
But in among the aches and exhaustion, there is an overall sense of relief. I no longer have to be on someone else’s schedule. I no longer have to be on my feet for 8 and 9 hours at a time, to the detriment of my own health. I am grateful, to say the least, that now the freelance writing jobs that come and the herbal products etc. That I am marketing locally have allowed me the luxury to work from my own home. I have my own office, the herb room and workspace I have carved out in the basement is now organized and I am starting to put together product. It all will allow me to make a living on my own terms. I can say that taking that step is absolutely terrifying and yet at the same time exhilarating.
I have clients that give me regular work. I have other clients that give me periodical, as needed work that pays a little extra. All told, my expenses are met and I have managed to save a little, but I wouldn’t mind making more.
This morning I relinquished my key and it really started to feel official. I can now officially focus on things and career moves that matter to me and not do terrible things to my body. The truth of the matter is that things have really started to open up since I got the hell out of that C-store. It was something that I promised myself and my gods just a little over a year ago when I ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. I got talked out of it or talked myself out of leaving. Now, it feels as if the possibilities are endless.
To prove that point, an exciting opportunity to attend a possible event that is due to be held in the UK next fall presented itself. When I heard about it, I was so excited, that I called my attorney to see if there was a way to get a copy of my divorce decree from the County so that I could renew my passport with my proper name. Because it was finalized in 1996 and Cedar Rapids, Iowa had a major flood in 2008, there was a more than good chance that the record had been completely lost or destroyed in that flood.
Apparently, mine was among the lucky few that had been saved and the clerk of court was able to find it! So tomorrow, I journey back into the city and plunk down the dosh in order to get a certified copy. I can then put together my application for a new passport with my maiden, rather than my former married name on it.That is the last vestige of anything that I had that connected me to that part of my life. So again, the excavation has turned out to my advantage.
I sometimes find it amusing just how much things fall into place when you finally listen to what your gut tells you to do and you actually follow through on it.
Now, to just hunker down and get that Sekhmet book finished – FINALLY!!
Life Belongs to Sekhmet 