It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.

~ Bridget Jones (Helen Fielding)

The part of my life that is going more than just okay is, of course, my love life.    I couldn’t ask for a better man to have by my side, always championing, steady as a rock.  I fall more in love with him everyday.

The job sitch, though, leaves a LOT to be desired.  Because I am not having children, because I am not buying a house to decorate, I am probably more into my job than a lot of folks.  And not having one right now has slowly been carving a layer off of my self-esteem.

I have been taking stock of my life and trying to find some sort of balance.

1. If I can live on unemployment, which is about 1/3 of what I was making in my fulltime job, then do I really need to go out there and get a job that’s close to my last level?
2. What’s more important to me?  A job in which I feel fulfilled or maybe only working part-time and having more time to myself?
3. What if I took a job just for the sake of a job now?  Will future employers look at that and try to use it against me?
4. What if I take a job that has little to do with my field, but it’s a means to an end, i.e., I could earn enough to get some of my training certifications under my belt?

So, as I am mulling these Big Questions over and over and over and tossing and turning and all that, I am making time for:

• My cortisol test tomorrow morning.  I took my pill at 11pm, and now I have to get blood drawn at 8 am.
• And after that, I head out for my first mammogram.  Ugh, I am not looking forward to this.  The twins are lush and full, which means smashing them down is going to be difficult and painful.
• Friday I am going to orientation for substitute teachers.  I am looking forward to this.  Thankfully, you only have to have a Bachelor’s degree to be a sub in most school districts around here.
• Next week I go back for round 2 of the endometrial biopsy.  After those results come back, I can schedule my endometrial ablation.

Finally, sad news tonight from the family:  My cousin, who is only 45, had an MRI last night and this morning found out that she has a large brain tumor.  She has to have some more tests this week and then they’re going to do surgery next week.  I choose to believe that all will turn out well.