It's been pretty much doom and gloom around these parts the last couple of days. My job security has taken a serious hit along with this economic meltdown and my mind has been going to dark places. Signing on the dotted line for a mortgage in a week terrifies me a bit more now. Dipping into our savings to pay for a wedding makes me cringe a little. The "what ifs" are popping up left and right during an already stressful time for us.
But then something lovely happened: On my way to the train, a stray cat came up to me, meowed, rubbed my leg, let me pet her, and then moved on. This is the part of the day where I stood on a street corner in Brooklyn, Joni Mitchell piping in my ears, and I realized life was going to be ok.
It's the little things that bring us back to our own realty- you know, the really good kind of reality that we create for ourselves. Mine consists of neighborhood stray cats, friendly people, artists, music, love, and really only enough money to satiate our needs. I would much rather focus on that one.
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nothing can give security like cats. Not even money.
I hope you don't lose your job, but if you do I'll totally help you fill out your unemployment forms.
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