Tonight, I'm writing outside. It's very peaceful. I'm alone. No television. No radio. No dog. No husband. Just the constant humming of the air conditioner and birds chirping.
It seems as if a lot has happened lately, and yet, nothing of real merit has happened at all. So much is on my mind tonight. Finances. Job. House. Town. SIGH.................................
My husband came in this evening from his 7:30-4:00 job + 2 hour (total) commute and told me his boss basically ragged on him today. Brandon is working part-time as a computer technician assistant at a local school and going to college full-time. Brandon already has his Bachelor's Degree, but all that education and money got him was a piece of paper. No experience. No applicable knowledge. No nothing. So, he's taking courses at a community college where he's getting hands-on experience and training. Anyways, his boss ragged on him about his absences because he apparently took off too many days for school. Also, ever since Brandon started working there, he hasn't had a pay raise. With the price of gas and food going up, I have to wonder, is it really worth him driving down there?
I love my husband, and I try to be as supportive as possible. I try to stay positive. However, I'm so ready for a change. Ever since we got married, I've had the financial role of our marriage. I know it's important for him to finish his education so that one day he will be able to have a career that he loves and is able to complete with full confidence and knowledge. I'm just ready for a break financially, emotionally, mentally, etc.
Maybe I'm being too materialistic. Maybe I'm not appreciating all that I have. I know that most people in this world would do anything to have what I have, and yet, I'm complaining.
I feel trapped, and I don't like it one bit.
Times like this, my favorite poem comes to mind:
The Road Less Traveled—by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |






