I am not quitting my job
I came to work tonight wondering if this was it. Was I finally going to be able to be a stay at home mom? Would I possibly be able to finally take the honeymoon I never went on?
I walked into the office armed with an array of numbers on a piece of paper. My chances were greater that I’d be struck by lightning right then and there, but I still had hope… Along with millions of other people sprawled across the country.
I had delusions of paying off all of our debts, beginning with my mortgage. I mentally had traded in my clunky gold Caravan for something more practical.
I had us moved back to Minnesota and had thought of an investment account for our daughter while living simply and peacefully near a lake… With loons. I had to have loons.
Minimally, I paid for our upcoming vacation and repaired the funny noise the van is making.
I compared the numbers that came up on my phone with my two sheets of paper I had stowed in my back pocket. Low and behold, I had all five numbers!!!…. just on separate lines.. and in a couple of instances, separate tickets.
And so, I shall continue to work. I will still drive the gold van with the funny noise, and, I am still in my suburban North Little Rock cookie-cutter house.
I am just $10 poorer.