You know how the world has a tendency to dump everything on you all at once? Well, I guess it’s been a while since our last cataclysmic week of insanity, because we got another one.
One, Two, Three…Four?
In a nutshell, I lost my most regular and profitable source of income by no fault of my own, Josh was fired by his boss in Montreal via email for bizarre reasons, such as wearing his winter hat inside not setting a good example to his staff (he was supposed to return to his job in July), and Hydro Quebec decided, despite the fact that we weren’t there for the last couple of weeks of December (and had turned down the heat), that we used $405 worth of electricity in our final billing period. I also discovered that while I thought we could delay our Canadian car payments until we get back, we would have to reapply for our loan, which we really don’t want to do.
Anyone seen a money tree? It would really awesome if you could tell us where one is.
That said, it’s hard to get too bummed about life when you’re taking your kids to the beach most evenings, and a meal at a nice restaurant runs you about $25 for dinner and enough drinks to get mommy and daddy tipsy. We also don’t have a car at the moment, so our living expenses are pretty minimal. If anything, we’re still spending more money in Canada than we are here (student loans, car payments, insurance, etc). No wonder people get so tied down to their lives!
Expect the Unexpected
The hardest part about any unexpected change is the unexpectedness of it. Josh had been reassuring his boss for months that he would go back when we return to Canada, and suddenly, two months after leaving, he receives an email filled with nit-picky criticisms, that we can only chalk up to the likelihood that things aren’t going too well for him now that Josh is gone. He needs someone to blame. He obviously can’t be the problem.
My loss of work is… well, it’s just one of those things. I am freelancing after all, and contracts do dry up over night. If anything, this might be the push I need to start pitching higher profile publications. This could be the universe telling me that it’s time for me to stop stalling and start pitching the magazines and newspapers that I actually read. Even if the thought of sending queries to the Atlantic or the New York Times makes me break out in a cold sweat, what do I have to lose? At worst, I’ll hear nothing; at best, I’ll get published in a world-renowned periodical. Granted, writing a query, or a short essay takes time, but if I get rejected, there’s always someone else to send it to.
Weathering the Storm
Not to get all Pollyanna about this but it’s kind of awesome to have shitty things happen and not be too bothered by them. Yes – Josh was totally thrown by the email from his now-former boss. And of course I’ve spent a few hours trying to figure out where we’re going to find the money to pay our electricity bill. But I also know that Josh and I will find work and things will be totally fine. They always are.
On Friday, while we were walking home from dropping the kids at daycare, Josh looked at me with those blue eyes of his (you know, that make me want to melt into a puddle like ice cream in the hot sun) and said something to the effect of:
“You know why we’re so great? It’s because we’re really good at weathering the storm together.”
And so we are. Maybe it’s the sunshine or the fact that my parents rock my world and have offered help if we need it, but I’m feeling pretty positive, even if the earth is crumbling beneath our feet.
Some reasons why life is good regardless: