-A journey of Letting Go
Sticks and stones can break your bones or you can use them to build a foundation-Manosha Gray
I was in full hustle mode. Revamping my business and getting all my legal “ducks” in a row felt great. It gave me life. Inspiration, motivation, and excitement were pumping through my veins giving me a natural high. The alarm clock was no longer my enemy but, instead a green light to go get it every day. On top of all of that, the boys were doing great and my jazzman, also an entrepreneur, was super supportive and encouraging. Mr. Ex and my pending divorce were the farthest things from my mind. All was right in my world for a moment.
And it was just that, a moment. We all know there are no smooth roads on the journey of life. There are all kinds of sticks and stones on the road ready to trip you up. There’s really no need to worry about the sticks and stones if you know how to use them. Right in the middle of my bliss, sticks appear but, I was determined not to get buried. This was not my first or last stick so I knew how to use it and that was about to be put to the test.
One day I walked into work feeling fine as wine. Then Bam! My supervisor pulled me to the side and said, “Babe, we are going out of business in 2 weeks”. Yes, child, she said 2 weeks! That was the last thing I needed or wanted to hear.
All kinds of thoughts started to flood my mind. How was I going to move? How was I going to continue to re-establish my business? Besides all of that, how was I going to be able to pay my attorney for this divorce? Overwhelmed is an understatement of how I felt in that moment. To tell the truth, I really wanted to scream, yell and make a huge scene. But, I didn’t have time to crumble and I needed those last few checks.
It was time to do some construction. During my lunch break, I hit the job broads like a mad woman. I submitted my resume to every available job I could find. To my surprise, it only took a few days to get a response. A job paying $15 an hour offered me a position starting that following week. I was relieved and elated all at once. It was a seasonal position but, I had worked for them before so, I knew I had at least three months of work. This bought me time to find a permanent position somewhere else.
Seasonal or not it was great to find work especially since my preliminary divorce hearing was creeping on the come up. This was a huge stone just staring me in the face. It was just about time to start breaking it down and making it part of my foundation. And like all sticks and stones, it did not care if I was ready. The construction zone was in full effect and I was the foreman.