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. |
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