Tears gathered in my eyes and streamed down my face.
“What is wrong with me?”I thought as cast my mind back to the past week. I’d had many emotional experiences in the last week. I’d been offered a temporary position while I looked for something permanent, LinkedIn keeps sending me the job posting that essentially replaced me, I spoke to a recruiter who referred to me as “high caliber”, I attended a Yuology YuLounge seminar focused on me (quivering nose and flushed cheeks in front of strangers is not usually my thing, but I left feeling lighter)
But what was affecting me now?
I continued to reflect upon the journey I am on (without sounding like a Biggest Loser contestant – you know “This journey is such a gift, I’m getting my life back, I will never go back to how I was before. sob.”). I know there are going to be up and downs, but never have I stood in my kitchen and had tears start unexpectedly except in the darkest moments of grief.
I don’t particularly feel sad today, in fact, I feel pretty good! The sun is shining (every outside wall we have in our condo is a window), I spoke with a friend this morning (Hi Nancy!), I noticed on my run this morning that the cherry blossoms are starting (I love living in Vancouver), I had a pleasant lunch with a friend (we both could not read the posted menu because we neither of had our corrective lenses with us – ended up pointing at the display case), and then I spoke to a recruiter about future options (“high caliber” Yep, that’s me.)
This is a good day, right?
So, why am I moved to tears while making baked beans? Am I cracking up?
February 22, 2016 Extra-Ordinary: Onions.
It costs me $.75/day to wear daily contact lenses. Trying to be cost focused in my unemployment I’ve been only wearing them occasionally (using squinting and glasses). I forgot that cutting onions while wearing contacts protects your eyes from making sulfuric acid from “onion gas” and tears. So, when you don’t wear them, lots of tears.
So, I am fine, everyone! I’m good, everything is okay! Carry on! Nothing happening over here!
God, gotta wear those contacts – I could’ve ended up with fish for lunch, and therapy. . . .
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