If anyone reading knows me personally, you know that I Friday I lost my job. I knew in advance that it was going to happen so I had a little time to prepare. Still, I don't think you can ever be truly prepared for something like that. At the moment I'm looking around my apartment overflowing with boxes and trying to imagine where I'll end up.
The dark cloud of negativity is hanging over my head tonight and I'm having trouble picturing the positive. I would really like to crawl into a hole and not come out for a while, but I don't anticipate having the opportunity.
Tomorrow I start moving furniture.
