Saying good bye to March

So long March and thanks for the memories...but don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.  
It has been a hell of a year so far; some good, some bad but I'll take both.  How we handle and learn from mistakes, bad choices, wrong turns, and missed opportunities can speak volumes about our character and teach us so much about ourselves, if we choose to listen and continue to grow from all of those experiences.  
Recently I spent some time in Charleston to accompany my bestie while she went through the grieving process for her mom; the wake, the burial and the aftermath.
She did quite well considering all the other factors going on in her world and after I came home she had time to be alone and cry.  I know I'll feel the same when I'm faced with the same process; be strong, hold up those who are visibly having a hard time, endless handshaking and hugs...which are always wonderful and well received, but it's the emotions that we have for our family, that's the most guarded and the hardest to get to and for a good reason.  Those are very deep inside of us, safe and sound where no one can see them.  They come to the surface in times like this, in waves, sometimes for weeks on end.  Thankfully, in my opinion.
Coming home gave me a new appreciation and perspective of what I have, my family, my values and the tiny little place in world that I love and protect with all my might.  

It's now April and I feel happy, fortunate and blessed.  More on that when I'm free to expound but for now, it's the best I've ever felt.

Job Hunting and dreaming

Not that there's anything wrong with settling into something that feels comfortable but I was really hoping something awesome would just come along and sweep me away.  A new adventure, new career maybe, new locale.  Alas, I'm getting back into employment with the school board and I'm going to be happy in this.  I will be happy in this.  Rinse and repeat.
I know it's not the most exciting opportunity in the universe, but it's a job and there are far worse things out there (trust me on this, although some of you know all too well).  
Getting a full time job is my next step as this first one is just a foot firmly wedged in the door as a sub position until I can find a better paying more permanent position in the county.  Fingerprinting is done, paperwork is filled out..."processing" begins on Friday at 8 a.m. and then...the dreaded "typing test"! (which I aced) Lol.  "Piece o' cake", she said.  "No problema", she boasted.  Well, this girl isn't going to go in thinking like that darn it all, I'm practicing all week to get my typing mojo back since it's been a while since I've had the need for speed, or accuracy for that matter. 
Seriously, how does anyone type 75wpm filling in a computer screen?  Letters, maybe, but when's the last time you've banged out a letter like we used to write in high school typing class?   Yes, I do mean old school typewriter typing!  It's been 40 years and lots of carbon paper and white out ago but I still remember what was drilled into my head. every. single. day.  asdf asdf asdf, the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.  And on and on.   
But I digress.  
The foot in the door will open up a few more opportunities to apply for jobs within the system rather than from outside the system, so there really is a method to my madness.  Seriously, there always is.  Doing what I have to do now, to get to where I want to be one day. One day soon.
Maybe that "one day" I'll have that little art gallery, a comfy hangout spot/have a cuppa/art consignment/artist space/bring the kids/bring the dogs/bring a book and hang out all day/listen to music.  But not today, or tomorrow...but one day.  
Namaste 

As a side note, I do have a job as a sub at a school, doing what I used to do so.  It's coming back slowly but surely but still a challenge after 4 years of being away from it all!