"Strange Day"

It was a weird day.

I was at my old workplace all day today. Things that haven't bugged me about being there came to a head when I came home. It's stupid (and I'm better thanks to Cyn), but there are a few people there in my old group that are about as useful as tits on a bull. It just ate at me that they are there, doing well $$$ wise, and not doing a damn thing. I've been working my ass off, giving it my all, and can barely keep above water.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not envious, nor am I jealous... Well, not anymore. It's childish. I know that.

Cyn and I had a long talk and she calmed me down.

I then went grocery shopping... solo. I stuck to the list and got in line to check out.

There was a Hispanic lady with a (about) two year old buying groceries with food stamps. The little boy was sitting in the basket, being as good as gold. The lady was speaking English to the cashier, which is a rare thing around here.

Everything in that basket was a necessity. No junk.

It kept rolling around in my mind how silly I was today. We have it quite well compared to a lot of people. I was on the verge of tears when the little boy took a little whistle out of his pocket. He blew on it. The whistle broke the silence (and the mood) with a hilarious "Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!"

That did it. I was in stitches! So was the rest of the line. I gave the little boy a big smile and a wink. I tried to send a thought to him, "It's going to be okay, little brother, it's going to be okay."

Sometimes I need a ground in this "staticky" life. Lynn connected it, that little boy shot the electricity through it.

Yes, it's going to be okay.