One should hardly complain

I caught myself yesterday. It was Day One of my journey. I was telling a friend that it was the first time in my working life that I had woken up with no place to go to work. But my friend hasn't been able to work for several years. It wasn't one of his better days to start with. I'm sure I didn't help.

I've been blessed. Two jobs in 30 years, and a seamless transition between those two. Thanks for that, Lord. This is a strange place to be in after all these years. I have said to a couple of people that I know God is sovereign. I know that in my head. I need to know it in my heart. As one would expect, I'm experiencing all sorts of emotions from grief to positive anticipation. I expect I'll feel less of the first and more of the second as the journey continues. But in between there is a little fear, some uncertainty, and hope.

Day One consisted of getting stuff shuffled around in the house. I hauled a lot of things home from the office, including a bunch of books, a file cabinet, and two wooden tables that Karen's dad helped me build a long time ago. It was therapeutic to stay busy with that for the day. Day Two included the dentist, the library, placing a call to a career coach, and setting up a blog.