When I worked with a Jungian psychologist doing dream work, one of the things we often discussed was how dreams often represent new opportunities as births of things that began nine months ago.
Nine months ago I started a new job. It was a last ditch frantic effort to make my life work financially after losing all of my IRA to a scammer. It was also the moment when I began to be able to look at it more as a scam and less as a broken heart, because my heart was broken.
I put everything into the new job. I had the highest hopes and I loved what I was doing.
Fate was not on my side, though. I caught everything the children brought to school and was seriously ill beginning around Thanksgiving. By Christmas Eve I had Co-vid and that was the beginning of the end.
I may never recover my health completely. I have been left constantly achy and always worn out, no matter how much rest or sleep I get. And on top of all that I have gained a lot of weight which is hard on my body too.
Losing weight is never easy, but when I can only be up and about for 10-20 minutes at a time before I have to rest, it is really difficult, but fate is also kind. I discovered a subsidized building for seniors that is quite nice and it looks like I will eventually be able to live there.
Now if I can just hang in there until that happens all should be well. In fact, I hope that over time it will be more than well.
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