I asked the universe to show me a sign about what I should do because I
knew I really shouldn't be going back to work right away after my cancer
trauma. I thought the money was the sign. In my state of grief following cancer treatments I had decided that I could go back to work and that
it would be the best thing for me since I would take home $1800 less per
month by not going to work. The decision was hard but I thought it was best considering that $10000 that would be lost and I sure could use that to pay off my mortgage. On top of that, the money would get me to retirement earlier. Or would it?
On Friday last week we had a memorial service for our dean. He died suddenly. Some think a brain tumor and others, well, they're just speculating. We'll likely never know because the family wants to keep it private. I couldn't go to the memorial service. I was too sad. He was a week short of his 60th birthday. Me, I'm 57 and I was wondering then if $10000 was such a big price to pay for having time to heal.
In the midst of my vacillation I looked for ways to cope. To keep my spirits up I had decided to implement a daily social time routine. I found a bit of social time every morning at a restaurant down the street since I went back to work. I have gone there every day for the past 4 months. I write on my iPad, drink coffee and have my one egg, one sausage, and a piece of lettuce. I tip well and I have found a lot of friends in the place. Yesterday I couldn't go because I had to get to work early. Meantime, two people were shot in the restaurant. One is in critical condition and the other is dead. I might have been there.
Were those my signs?
On Friday last week we had a memorial service for our dean. He died suddenly. Some think a brain tumor and others, well, they're just speculating. We'll likely never know because the family wants to keep it private. I couldn't go to the memorial service. I was too sad. He was a week short of his 60th birthday. Me, I'm 57 and I was wondering then if $10000 was such a big price to pay for having time to heal.
In the midst of my vacillation I looked for ways to cope. To keep my spirits up I had decided to implement a daily social time routine. I found a bit of social time every morning at a restaurant down the street since I went back to work. I have gone there every day for the past 4 months. I write on my iPad, drink coffee and have my one egg, one sausage, and a piece of lettuce. I tip well and I have found a lot of friends in the place. Yesterday I couldn't go because I had to get to work early. Meantime, two people were shot in the restaurant. One is in critical condition and the other is dead. I might have been there.
Were those my signs?
