All that snow was beautiful sifting down Friday night and Saturday, but since then, it’s mostly been something to get around, over, or through. It, or the freezing rain just days later, resulted in the driver’s side mirror being torn from my car and deposited in a snowbank a block away. I passed it on my way to pick my car up (I’m not parked at home, because I’m trying to avoid stealing a space cleared by someone else, between piles of snow still parked on my street.) the other evening to run an errand, and felt bad for whomever had lost a mirror, not yet realizing I was that person.
I’ll get the mirror fixed, and be thankful that the damage wasn’t worse, but it came on the heels of the decision to reconnect with a temp agency after having to truly face the fact that I simply don’t have what it takes right now to earn a living as a freelancer. I’m disappointed with myself, but I’m realistic, and unwilling to drive my finances completely into the ground belaboring a point.
That wall of snow appeared as I was returning from my reactivation interview; I was just happy to have put my boots back on, so that wading through the snow to the sidewalk on the other side of the street was a viable option.
The writing won’t disappear, but it’ll be reconfigured, for the moment. I’m not quite ready to go back to a regular full-time job again yet, and once I’ve shored my bank account up a bit again, maybe I’ll give it another shot. Hopefully, all of the walls I’m hitting are made of snow, and they’ll melt eventually, one way or another.