I also fall into place. Most of the people I know and love are true Type A personalities. I look for the job and narrow it down and something tells me to take one. When I haven’t waited for it my job has stunk.
Whether it’s a feeling in my heart or my gut, I know when something is right. That’s how I met my husband, how we got our dog, how I got our new temporary apartment with 24 hours notice, and they even furnished it in that time.
I know when a job is right for my husband and he’s only contradicted me once and it was a disaster. I don’t tell people this, they’ll think I’m a bit “teched in the head” but something/someone tells me the right thing to do. I’m not talking right vs wrong because I’ve been taught that from birth, just what is right for us now when a decision must be made about, say, a place to live. When I find it, I’ve found it. That’s it. Years later my husband says, “I love this place.”
Perhaps all those thousands of volunteer hours piled up and I get a break, but that’s not it because my husband was laid off, then after we paid to move, his credit card was hacked and I was just hacked last week as well. As I said to my brother-in-law, we have quiet times interrupted by utter chaos. And we get through those times, both quiet and chaos.
For those in our new town on Lake Michigan, I’m here. The right volunteer or consulting opportunity will find me. The Feminist Homemaker is in the ‘hood. Dee
Cooking with Dee 