So we've been living in Vancouver for two months now, and it has been supremely awesome in nearly every imaginable way. I feel inspired here. I've taken in all sorts of sites and events, and I've experienced a glorious variety of people and perspectives. We're constantly out exploring, and we find great restaurants and coffee shops without even trying. Case in point: we were hungry Friday evening and we knew it was going to be a trek home before we could eat, so we decided to bite the economic bullet and got out for some chow downtown. I'd noticed a cute little diner place on Granville, so we decided to give it a shot. Well, it turns out that it had spectacular vegan and vegetarian options and was surprisingly affordable. The vibe was amazing (it's called the Templeton if you're ever in the vicinity). It was literally the first place we walked into on Granville, and it was divine.
The only hitch to this whole plan has been that I am still out of regular work. I've been grinding through papers for a pittance, and picking up a little freelance this and that, but I'm looking to found the career that will pay the bills long term. More concerningly, the baby's due at the end of next month, and I honestly have no idea what the heck we're going to do if I'm still out of work at that time. I hate this recession business. I've got a ridiculous variety of skills and talents, and yet I can't get anything decent going.
Part of me says that I should be panicking right about now. Most sensible people would. And yet I'm not panicked. I feel awesome. I don't think this is mania or anything bad; I just really do believe that this will work out swimmingly, because I believe that when life feels right, things go well. I don't see the point in stressing out when we're having such a good time. If the two months tick off the calendar and I'm still in this nebulously employed situation then all I can think is that I'll get to spend extra time with our son. It would be irresponsible just to sit around and do nothing in the situation, but I'm doing everything I can possibly think of. So why beat myself up?
I think that it's been several years of uncertainty, and my worry circuits are just fried. I can't help it. I'm stoked on our child, and I think he's going to have an awesome life. I think he's going to grow up in a household with lots of love, and I think that this is the most important thing. We live in a weird time. I know a lot of people with ridiculous talent that's essentially going to waste. Very few of my close friends have any kind of permanent employment. It'll be an interesting time to be born in, and I wonder if eventually our children will talk about this time like our grandparents talked about the Great Depression. Either way, I don't see how I can complain when I have nothing but abundance all around me.
The only hitch to this whole plan has been that I am still out of regular work. I've been grinding through papers for a pittance, and picking up a little freelance this and that, but I'm looking to found the career that will pay the bills long term. More concerningly, the baby's due at the end of next month, and I honestly have no idea what the heck we're going to do if I'm still out of work at that time. I hate this recession business. I've got a ridiculous variety of skills and talents, and yet I can't get anything decent going.
Part of me says that I should be panicking right about now. Most sensible people would. And yet I'm not panicked. I feel awesome. I don't think this is mania or anything bad; I just really do believe that this will work out swimmingly, because I believe that when life feels right, things go well. I don't see the point in stressing out when we're having such a good time. If the two months tick off the calendar and I'm still in this nebulously employed situation then all I can think is that I'll get to spend extra time with our son. It would be irresponsible just to sit around and do nothing in the situation, but I'm doing everything I can possibly think of. So why beat myself up?
I think that it's been several years of uncertainty, and my worry circuits are just fried. I can't help it. I'm stoked on our child, and I think he's going to have an awesome life. I think he's going to grow up in a household with lots of love, and I think that this is the most important thing. We live in a weird time. I know a lot of people with ridiculous talent that's essentially going to waste. Very few of my close friends have any kind of permanent employment. It'll be an interesting time to be born in, and I wonder if eventually our children will talk about this time like our grandparents talked about the Great Depression. Either way, I don't see how I can complain when I have nothing but abundance all around me.
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