Yesterday, while working a very slow lunch shift, I caught myself thinking that things have to get better soon. Well, the truth is they may not get better and they could get even worse. I’m referring of course to the economy and its impact on my income.
Times are tough, and not just for me. Everyone I know is feeling financially strained in some way. But I paid enough attention in history class to know that this is just a recession, and a full-on depression would be ... I don’t even know. I try to imagine what it would be like if I couldn’t find any job and ended up homeless and standing in a bread line. It’s a long way from my current situation, but I think it's foolish to think this is as bad as it can get.
But it seems to me that, even given the bleakest scenario, I would survive somehow. That’s what people did during the Great Depression, right? They got by, they survived.
Having dinner with my aunt last night, it was clear early on that neither of us had any exciting news regarding our professions, travel plans or future goals. But I thought to myself, that’s not a good enough reason to be depressed. In spite of all my worries, doubts and limitations, I just think there are other things in life to celebrate, enjoy and discuss.
Laura and I ended up talking about family history and our shared love of coffee. Best of all, she passed along to me a necklace that had belonged to my grandmother and a brooch that had been my great-grandmother’s.
I’m not trying to be pessimistic by saying things could get worse. I’m just trying to be realistic. And I think that cautious optimism should be part of a realistic approach.
In the meantime, I think I need a second job.
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