Life is a beautiful, mysterious thing

Unemployment is a funny thing. On one hand I feel as though it is truly a blessing. My relationships can once again be nurtured. For the first time in many, many months I spent a day outside with a very good friend and enjoyed the warm spring weather. I feel more creative and actually have the energy to work on photography projects that have been on the back burner for quite some time. I also have the opportunity to sit back and really think about my next career move. What is it that I want to do with my life?
On the other hand, I like to eat. I like having a roof over my head. I really enjoy my car. I like having my eyebrows waxed on a regular basis. I enjoy a new pair of shoes every now and again. These things take money. A lot of money. Especially here in San Francisco.
I am trying to stay in the present and not live out possible future events that involve me standing line at the local soup kitchen fighting off a bag lady for an extra crumb of bread. Ultimately she would win because I am so newly homeless that my fighting skills are not up to par. But no, I have to jerk myself back into the present. Aziz works, al hammduliah, and I, insha'allah, will be receiving unemployment checks soon. I have had a number of good interviews, and, insha'allah an offer is not far off.

Ironic that I just had to pay taxes to the same government that will be sending me that meager unemployment check.

So tonight I will be thankful that I have been blessed with this experience and will learn what I can from it. Al Hammdulillah. And I will remember that I am, in the words of E. Tolle, a spiritual being having a human experience. A very human experience. I am human hear me roar.