Two years. Two years since I was laid off from my job of 16 years. Two years since my world was virtually flipped upside down. Two years since I said goodbye to typical workdays, and said hello to living by faith on a daily basis.
It's been tough, I won't lie. I could have taken a more traditional route and found another full-time job. Somewhere with 40 hours a week. Somewhere with a steady paycheck. Insurance. Vacation and sick leave. But if there's one thing I've never been, it's traditional.
I chose, instead, to remain a full-time student and become a jack of all trades. I exchanged steady hours for hours whenever I could get them. I exchanged insurance through my work for insurance through the government. I exchanged vacation and sick leave for days off whenever I wanted... without pay.
The last two years have been a roller coaster, no doubt. It's been an adventure with many highs and many lows. And some days, the lows seem very low. But through it all, I've clung tightly to my faith. My God. My Father who loves me and will not abandon me. I didn't know what His plan was two years ago, and I still don't. I honestly don't know where this road is taking me, and some days I can't even tell if I'm headed the right direction anymore or not. But one thing I do know is that God's still there, and He'll help turn me around if I step off the path.
The future is a mystery. I've learned how to paint walls quickly and efficiently, I've learned how to scrub refrigerators, lay flooring, hook up wiring, patch walls, juggle homework and make my way around the city. I've made friends, discovered new joys, and soon I'll have my associate's degree.
Two years. I'm still alive. Still surviving. Still looking ahead.