In an effort to build good blogging habits, I have subscribed to WordPress’s Daily and Weekly e-mails that present me with writing prompts. (Most of these, I have ignored. You can thank me later! I won’t blog unless it draws me in…like the prompt on Magical Powers, or Collecting Details which asked bloggers to use their keen powers of observation and collect 3 separate bits of sensory data and work them into one post. That was fun!)
Today, I am taking one of the previously ignored The Daily Post Daily Prompt:
When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?
and combining it with a Weekly Challenge.
I don’t know about you. You may live for adventure. But I like my element. It is cozy and I miss my it when I am out of it. It makes me cranky when I am force to exit my element and sojourn out of it and into the Wilderlands beyond.
The beginning of 2013 found me scrabbling along working several part-time jobs that simply were not helping us rise above the financial floodwaters unemployment had raised during 2012.
I could fill post after post about my interactions with customers and fellow employees at my various jobs. I usually save them to amuse my family with unbelievable things that John Q. Public gets up to when left to his own devices. (It really is entertaining. I do impressions too!)
It was a frustrating time of many long hours, bringing in not enough dollars to get through the week. I saw less and less of my wife and daughter. I sold cigarettes and alcohol to people who CLEARLY did not need any further help in the downward spiral of destruction they were in.
I felt as if my soul was shriveling up and blowing away, one nip, one butt, one scratch ticket sale at a time.
But it was work and we needed the funds!
While waiting for news on a schooling opportunity for my wife, we talked about what would happen if it couldn’t happen. When it fell through, we started packing. We gave our notice to the landlord. I gave my two-weeks notice to my bosses.
I had never made a move like this before. I was so far out of my element that it stunned me with the insanity of our plan.
We worked like mules for two straight weeks, around my other work schedules, to get our life on Cape Cod packed up and stowed in a storage unit.
Neighbors who hadn’t spoken to us in the two years we live there, came by to hobnob about how sorry they were to see us leave. (Translation: We are afraid of who will move in now that you are leaving. Are you sure you want to do this?)
At the end of June, we were ready to roll.
This leads me to The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge portion of my posting today. The Cliffhanger!
To Be continued…