The scariest month yet...
Well, it's October. Crazy to think we're in the 10th month of 2020 and it's been a rollercoaster of a year. Between the health crisis, the social justice upheaval and the political climate I am starting to feel older than my years. What started off as such a hopeful, expectant year has been a series of really high highs and low lows. I am not making jest of the serious issue that mental health is but this year has been personally very bipolar.
After not going since February and desperate for some normalcy and the ideal of maybe seeing my parents, I attempted my first out of state long trip to Disney World. Several things happened over the last few days.
1) J & I closed on our first home together. We bought property...so we're in this now, this being our relationship hahahaha.
2) I have gotten into a wonderful flow of working out and managing my workload after a tough transition in the beginning of the pandemic that allowed me to continue to work though not in the city.
3) On my road trip to WDW, I decided to carry my bike. I have been actively riding and didn't want to break the healthy cycle (no pun intended) I am building. My bike literally fell off of my bike rack, going 80mph on the Florida Turnpike. Thankfully I was in the middle of a lane change and literally saw as it was happening. Also very thankful that no one was closely following behind me and the State Farm Roadside Assistance Truck (heading to another incident) was only a few cars behind me and was able to cross the road, retrieve my bike (which actually sustained only about $200 worth of damage) and help calm me down enough to get my bike in the back seat of my car.
4) After much speculation, 11 years of service and back and forth with the company, I was officially fired from my position at WDW. It's sad and heartbreaking. It hurts. I'm upset. There isn't a lot I can say about it now, the wound is still very fresh. I loved my job and there was still much I wanted to do, especially after finally improving my SECPS scores. Maybe I'll get to do it again one day. Don't be sad that it's over, be happy that it happened.
5) I learned that someone very close to me was denied IVF funding and I am just gutted for them. It's tough to want to be parents and not being able to. It's tough that our political climate is so fraught with anger and hate that their are those who consider IVF a type of abortion and are thus against it. My heart goes out to them.
That's all I can muster to write right now. I'll leave this one final thought...we are currently in the midst of the 2020 Presidential (among other things) Election. It's a tough uphill battle and one of the most divided climates I have ever seen. It's divisive and hurtful. Whatever the outcome may be...I hope it is blanketed in empathy, love and hope.
Until next post...laters
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