I’ve had a pretty rough go of it lately. That’s basically my reason for not posting for a while… a gigantic case of the blahs. While my current job might not seem very important, it definitely takes a toll on my overall mood. In short, people suck. A LOT. And I understand that people just blatantly suck and that I shouldn’t take it personally, but I do and I can’t help it. It’s just how I am.
And I know this job isn’t a permanent thing. I passed my state real estate exam at the beginning of the month (woohoo!) so that’s my ultimate plan, but it’s going to take a while before being an agent is a lucrative job. I’m going to have to stay at my current one for a little bit while I get on my feet as an agent. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel but it is a looooooooong tunnel. That said, I haven’t posted in a while because any free time I get is pretty much spent vegging out to recover from the (most likely) crappy day of work I just experienced.
The other night, during one of my veg out periods, I was watching Say Yes To The Dress while playing Candy Crush (my newest addiction) on my laptop. This particular episode featured this adorable 24 year old woman named Margo Mallory from West Chester, Pennsylvania. Margo had cervical cancer and was going through chemo, so she was trying on dresses with a bald head and you can tell that she was nervous and a little self-conscious, but she was just so sweet. I was incredibly sad to see a dedication to her at the end which said she lost her battle in 2012. I had to know more, so I googled her name and found her blog that she started when she was diagnosed in 2011. Her blog led me to another blog run by one of her sisters, which seems to be a diary of sorts for her to help cope with her loss. I was reading through and got to this post about her and other people close to Margo finding dimes on the ground near them. I had never heard this before, but finding a dime is supposed to mean someone in heaven is watching you. I’m not sure what I believe as far as heaven and all that goes, but I like to think that our loved ones don’t just stop being when they pass away. I’ve heard lots of stories about people getting what they believe are signs from their parents or grandparents or whatever who have passed, but I’ve never really experienced anything like that myself.
Tonight, as I was cleaning up after a particularly hellish day at my not-so-permanent-but-not-ending-any-time-soon job, I looked down and saw a dime face up on the floor. I’m not sure who’s up there looking down on me, but it was kind of comforting. I needed that.
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