You can't wait for the sun. This morning the sky was gray and dark. California spring looked more like winter. Rough night. Not much sleep. Recently lost the job contract with a biotech company (its trials were halted, company plummeted in stock value, couldn't afford employees.) I got out of bed when Hubby got ready for work. I was not feeling happy this morning because of the job situation (or lack thereof.) Even though I knew this occurred independently of my performance, I still felt as if I was fired because of poor performance. I headed to the kitchen to make tea. By the time tea was brewing cozily in my mug, Cass was tying his shoes, ready to head out for the day. He stood up. "Why don't you open the drapes, hon? It's so dark in here!" Cass said. "The sun's not even out yet, what's the point?" I scowled, most ungracious this morning. Cass walked to the living room. I followed him, flopping huge winnie-the-pooh slippers he bought to keep my feet warm. "You can't wait for the sun, hon!" Cass said. I pulled the curtains aside. The sky was dark, but a little light came into the living room. I really liked what hubby said. I told him I was going to write it down. I ran back to the table, scribbled, ran over to the door, kissed him goodbye. It is true, what Cass said. I can't wait for the sun. If I wanted to make something happen, it is up to me. Copyright (c) 2001-2009 by Jane Chin, All Rights Reserved. Back to Rate of Attrition