Wyndspirit Dreams
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November 5, 2003

I am unemployed. After months of hanging over my head, the sword has fallenÖ 

ÖAnd cut me free.

You see, once a sword has fallen, it has no more power. It has done its worst; what more can it do? For months, I knew this was coming. For weeks, I was told we were extended, and extended again. Instead of getting on with my life, I have been hanging in limbo, knowing I would have to start all over again, but not knowing when. But it finally happened, and now I can start over.

And so here I sit, surrounded by help wanted ads, wondering what will be next, praying Iíll find a job I like better than the last one, then praying Iíll find a job, any job, but wishing I didnít have to, wishing I could just stay home and write.

But, the thing is, at this moment, nothing is set in stone. Anything is possible. I may not have much to go on, but at least I have a chance. At this moment, I can dream about getting a job where I wonít dread going in each day. I can dream about getting a job that will leave me with enough energy at the end of the day to write. The future is wide open. I donít have to face reality. Yet. That will come soon enough.

But I donít have to face it now. Iíve spent six hours searching for jobs today, and now itís time to do what I want to do. I have to take some advantage of my newfound freedom. And so, I am going to close out of every last one of the job hunting websites Iíve been searchingÖand write!