Don't Give Up

IT IS A RARE DAY.

In my universe, Mercury must have been in retrograde these past few weeks. 

There were erratic motor vehicle operators: drivers who stopped in the middle of high-speed highways to let off-ramp slow-pokes merge. 

I've watched in horror as the driver behind me sped up to nearly clip my behind, racing to get through that baby red light, at the intersection habitually babysat by cops. 

Motorists have often tried to merge into my lane, like I have nothing better to do. 

The condition of Mercury is said to be the phenomena that grants favor or tragedy to travel and communication. 

Facebook has even seen some catastrophes. In my opinion, posting a direct link to a porn store on Facebook as a full-time, marketing and research employee and public figure of a major university is tragic. There were no repercussions. 
At all. If I did that (not that I would ever do that), I would never work again. I consider the posting a major Mercury mishap. 

But things have come around. 

Friends and I have started to be asked about, and to discuss, new job prospects, like there is a spring wind. 

On another positive note, I will make it to payday. Going two months without pay is trying. I'm going to make it. 

I have hope. 

And, I just had a freeing weekend. 

Freedom is a job with all the benefits you ever hoped for, and it comes with unexpected blessings on top. 

Maybe I just described joy! 

There is a place not far way, where the ocean is blue, the food is prepared well, pampering is self-bestowed, shopping is fun, and the air is clean. It's impossible to get to. 

It's a place called Marriage. 

Thank you, dear husband, for a relaxing, loving weekend. 

Thank you for driving. Thank you for dinner. And for the earrings! And everything. 

And the hugs and the love. I feel like hugging the air today. 

I am satisfied today with deep breaths. I can breathe.