Where has it gone?

Where has what gone, I hear you ask.

...This week...
Well, it was partly handed over to a lingering lurgy.  It's almost gone.  The illness and the seven days or howeverlong since I last purged posted.

...My sewing mojo...
I arose this morning, possessed with enthusiasm for getting the machine back out - I seem to have been spending far too much time with two pointy sticks and glorified string, rather than my first - or should I say original - love, which is sewing.  So I started on the wool stash bags this morning, but I seem to have banjaxed the Singer,  to use the technical term.  So I've got to figure out how to get it down the road to 'the little man' which is probably going to involve a taxi as I've no car any more and it weighs roughly the same as I do.

...My Jitterbug joy...
More news on the almost-completed socks will be posted tomorrow.  They have been a learning experience, that's true.  That's the most positive thing I can find to say about them.  I'm hoping to look on them in the bright light of morning and rediscover some enthusiasm for them.  Even the tiniest little bit.  No holding your breath there in the back.

...My career prospects...
Actually, I don't want a career as such, unless it's flexible enough to let me still attend knititng group on Tuesday mornings.  Joking, God of Work Opportunities - though it's typical that you'd start listening just when I start mucking about...I didn't get the job that I'd interviewed for, because they want someone who's got more financial experience which is perfectly fair.  The interviewer recommended me to a recruiter though, who's  putting me forward for some stuff which is flattering.  We'll see what happens. 

...My head...
Well, I know where that's gone, right up my--
I know it's time to get out of the schlump and see what other opportunities are going to present themselves this week.  I think getting that no on the job dented my confidence more than I'd thought it would, even though I'm not entirely broken hearted about this job itself, but it would have given me some security, focus, independence, and money of course too.   I was this close (you know how close, thumb and forefinger a mini-milimetre apart) to just booking a flight and going home to my mum.  In fact I still may do that, but later on this month and for slightly different reasons.  And having arranged for someone to look after the cats before I go.  March is always a noteworthy month for me  - the anniversary of when XH and I first met, which will naturally be bittersweet this year; St Patrick's Day, which normally passes in a blur of me watching people from all other nationalities celebrating my national holiday, which amuses me; my parents' wedding anniversary and my birthday.  Three years ago on my 30th birthday XH took me to NYC and proposed.  I never know whether to celebrate my birthday or not and this year it's going to be an even more difficult decision. 

My lovely Irish mammy says 'What's for you won't go by you.'  which can be interpreted as 'things work out the way that they are supposed to.' In this case I think I have to trust that I'll make the right decisions about marking all of March's anniversaries and dates this year.   Mums do always know best.   

Comments

[Thimbleanna]

Ah, Miss Flibberty... what a wise mum you have. Something really fabulous will come your way and you must be of good spirit and have your eyes wide open to see it when it comes. Time will pass and the unhappy memories will fade with them because better things will have taken their place. You have lots of friends thinking of you and wishing you the very best. And who love your blog and look forward to hearing how you're doing! XOXO from across the big sea...

[MMDesigns]

April is the XH month for me. It took a good long while for me to forget the significance of each day. My own mum said to me that 'time heals all wounds' and while I glared at her at the time, it has turned out to be true.

April barely blips anymore except to celebrate the onset of Spring. I have a DH and a DD now and February and June are adored months.

I send you happy thoughts and fairy dust to help your dream take flight.

[caroline]

I live by "what's for you ......." a kind of trust in fate get out clause for all of life's rubbish. I'm sorry to hear about the job I will keep my fingers crossed that something even more right for you will come from the recruiter.

I am sorry too about all the anniversaries and red letter days coming up especially as I have no good advice or suggestions to impart.

[jennifer]

I think you need to rally your friends around, get all glammed up, and go out to a treat of a restaurant (complete with yummy cake) for your birthday. Don't let it pass by unnoticed if you can help it...what might help right now is to have a bit of fuss made over yourself by others. Sorry to hear about the job but better things will come our way soon. xxJennifer

[jennifer]

"your way soon." typo! or perhaps I'm feeling a bit of the same... ;) jennifer

[Rebecca (eco felter in rural Ireland)]

Hey if your in our next of the woods call in for a tour of our farm ... piglets, goats with kids, hopefully a polytunnel by then, biofuel willow garden ... and a cupan tae of course. Maybe I'll have my felting workshops up and running by then, come and join in.

My cousin has the same saying 'whats for yee won't pass yee'.

[Jade]

I foresee a great job for you, pays much more than the one that you almost got!!! We hope for the best, as always. And March will pass as quickly as February, just you watch. If nothing else, there's always chocolate!