Life is Hard. Don't Forget the Diapers

I think I'll write a book and call it, "Life is Hard. Don't Forget the Diapers"

Every major event in my life ends up with me having to care for someone else.  I graduated school, had to care for my mother, I started school, had to care for my newborn, I started a job and cared for three children, I lost my job and cared for another newborn.  I'm starting a new chapter in my life right now and here I am tending to my sick biological father.


So yeah, I do believe I'll call it "Life is Hard. Don't Forget the Diapers"

I was talking to an interviewer today who wanted to put a face on the Unemployed.  I am the face of the unemployed, but not the unemployable.  I shared with her my world of a few months before the Event that changed my view of myself.  I shared how hard it was to make decisions and make myself over and I shared the determination it's taken me to hold onto my hope at all costs. 

It is hard being me, but it is fulfilling. Very fulfilling.  The world that I occupy is directly circling around me and I thrive on the balancing act that is my life.