This morning, Elisabetta Zaffroni, a friend from Communion and Liberation, sent me my first donation to help complete and edit Loved As If. After telling friends last week that I suck at fundraising, it was a grand surprise. One, I definitely needed. My health insurance bill is $2000/month. Paying that bill is the “complete” part. If I raise another $6,950, my health insurance for June and July, and the cost of an editor will be covered. So please, seriously consider making a contribution. It matters, a lot.
At the same time, I’m looking for a job. A real, 9 to 5 job (though I understand hours are a bit different in TX), in law, my previous field, as a paralegal or case manager. Writing Loved As If is my primary avocation. But it’s far enough along so that I can work for an hour or two at night and on Saturday and still complete and have it edited by the end of the summer. Spending less on health insurance would also be nice. But that’s not my primary reason for returning to work.
I moved to Houston because I wanted to get better. For the past six months, I’ve been off the medications that caused such bad side affects, I couldn’t work. God is very, very good. He sent the right physical therapist into my life and gave me the patience to spend an entire year slowly tapering off medication when I just wanted to set a date and stop taking them. He also made me someone who enjoys working.
The character, J. P. Huddle, complains in Saki’s “The Unrest Cure”:
We like everything to be exactly in its accustomed place; we like things to happen exactly at their appointed times; we like everything to be usual, orderly, punctual, methodical, to a hair’s breadth, to a minute. It distresses and upsets us if it is not so. For instance, to take a very trifling matter, a thrush has built its nest year after year in the catkin-tree on the lawn; this year, for no obvious reason, it is building in the ivy on the garden wall. We have said very little about it, but I think we both feel that the change is unnecessary, and just a little irritating.(1)
Complacency is deadly. In NYC, I intentionally left my inexpensive apartment on Staten Island and moved back to Manhattan because I realized, my life was too self-centered. Roommates tend to make demands; giving way to others is a good thing. I need to give way now. Being with the same people, day in and day out, is a very good thing. Familiarity may breed contempt in some, but it can also breed so many fruits of the Spirit. Please pray for me as I continue working on Loved As If and search for work. Thank you.
1. The Unrest Cure, Saki (http://eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/UnrCur.shtml)