This is my sunday

This is my Sunday to rest.   I did not rest this time.  I filled out still more paperwork.  Paperwork for jobs I know I won't get.  I try and try to be optimistic but it is getting harder and harder.  Every turn down letter takes a little bit more out of me.  What do I have to do I wonder to start an advocacy group for the unemployed and desperate?  Maybe I will do what the Arc founder did not too long ago.  Put an add in the paper and see how many people respond to it. The story with the Arc is that a lady started it out of her house.  She had a child with a disability and became overwhelmed by her situation.  She thought others may have the same types of issues.  So she put an add in the paper and started meeting  with different families. 

We can make our own adds.  Intelligent people with different skills available for yard work public speaking and any other creative thing I might be able to come up with.      It would have to be something that helps people in some way.  Not just a complaint fest.  The idea is people helping people to get back on their own two feet.  I will think more on this. 

One thing did make me laugh today.  This guy.  I did not see my four legged children for a few hours so I thought I would check on them.  Fat Boy was laying in the driveway, on his back, with his eyes closed.  He had such an expression of happiness and contentment on his face that I had to laugh at him.  He has a full belly and people who love him.  I hope I don't have to give him or his momma or Pepper up.  This worries me every day.  I have always known I do not fit in the boxes people have set up for me.  I sure hope I find where I do fit soon.  It is scary knowing that if things don't change, life as you know it will be over.  I have to get out of my chair now.  Pray for me.  and take care.