Time to Pretend
It’s been almost a week now since I unceremoniously lost my job. I’ve only fallen asleep before 4am once in that time, and even then I was awake by 3am.
Things were going quite well. I was, for probably the first time in my life, content with all aspects of my being. Was it perfect? Not a chance. Are there several to many things that could have been improved? Absolutely. But I was happy.
A friend counseled me with the advice, “It will get better. It always gets worse before it gets better.”
“I didn’t need it to get better. It was perfectly peachy the way it was.”