In all that's happened in the past few months I've come to one very solid conclusion "I'm going to be okay".
I think that is something really important to remind myself of daily because sometimes my drama queen, panic attack, anxiety filled self likes to take over and have irrational thoughts like "You're going to be homeless!!!!" (that happened last week).
God has answered so many prayers for me lately. Last Friday I found a rental house that is in my budget, in my geographical radius, and most importantly...allows cats. I was approved as the renter and my current landlord is releasing me from my lease and I get to move June 1. In related news, a coworker already volunteered to help me move and use her truck. God is so good to me.
My new house is adorable. It's a carriage house/cottage that is located in a quaint little town half a block away from a park. Let me be VERY clear when I state that if you can't find me it's because I'm on the swings...in the park...like a child. This is a very real coping skill for me. You know what else is a coping skill for me? Making this:
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Those are pipe cleaners...that I braided...into a bracelet...while sitting on the floor in my office...after I got kicked in the pelvis. Yep. That happened today. Tomorrow is my 7 month anniversary at my job and today was the first time that a client purposely tried to hurt me. Today was the first day I ever questioned my ability to do my job. I've always felt educationally qualified. I've always felt spiritually qualified, but today? Today if it was not for the simple fact that I know God put me in this job I might have up and quit. Have you ever seen someone kick in a door? Well...imagine that happening to your pelvic bone. I almost blacked out. Luckily God invented adrenaline and I was fine for the first few hours. I found myself sitting in a case conference 2 hours laters wanting to unbutton my pants and simultaneously puke. My supervisor and coworkers all made the call "you're going to the doctor...now" and so I went...from work to the local clinic to the pharmacy to the hospital. 1 cup of pee, 2 prescriptions, 1 shot in the butt, 1 Dr's restriction, 1 ultrasound and 3 hours later we know these three things: 1) nothing is broken 2)nothing is permanently damaged 3)everything is bruised
I'm in bed now, half drugged on some wicked pain meds and in sweatpants because I literally cannot button any of my pants due to the swelling.
The kid in question? He's been detained for at least three weeks. I was the last straw in a week long cluster of rule breaking. The amazing thing? I still love my job. I still love my boys (one of them held me from being shoved down the stairs). I absolutely love my coworkers. I love my boss. I love my company.
I'm so unbelievably blessed in every aspect of life. God totally had my back today and I have to think this was all part of some plan of his.
