"Get a job!"
That conversation went around in circles. I snapped "There's more than one reason to have a job!" It's grounding, gives you a reason to brush your teeth and get dressed. It's a place to go every day and be social with others. You can do something useful and feel accomplishment...
To be honest, I don't really remember which gems of wisdom I spit out in frustration, but I can be really eloquent when I lose it. Wish I could remember all of it and could be that eloquent without the emotions. Also wish I'd follow my own advice when I've melted in the couch. I know about the importance of work because I've been laid off too.
This morning one of my ladies listed why I like my job. I love my ladies, close to home, use my writing and design skills, use my mind. Thanks for the reminder and a voice of sanity! (Especially important since we're still in the process of office moving.)
Anyway, Bro took the lesson to heart and got himself a job. He was better for it because in the end he agreed with me; he likes to work and likes accomplishing things.
I've thought about this conversation through the years because I've been laid off a time or two since then. It's hard to think about the other rewards of employment when you can't pay the bills, but once you have a job it's easy to get mired in the situation and forget about those other things that make work important.
It doesn't have to be a job with a paycheck, but we need to do something to feel fulfilled. One of my volunteers asked for a raise a while ago. "Sure! We love you and will give you anything you want. 50% raise for you!" Which of course made everyone laugh because 50% of 0 is still 0, but we do love and appreciate her. That's the important thing.
I currently work around a lot of older people. Many can't get around very well, but they're involved and contribute. They do what they want and what they can. It makes me very aware how long people actually live and how important their contributions can be. I really want to keep this in mind when I'm their age.
I'll always work in some way, but I hope at some point my "work" is stuff I choose like painting my floor, saving trees, baking pies for orphans, or something. No matter what your abilities, there's always work worth doing -- and you will be better off for doing it.
Completely unrelated, but connected to last week's word "people", I went to a slip and slide kickball party last weekend. It was hosted by my nephew and his wife at the house where I grew up and where Bro3 currently lives. No, I'm not stupid enough to actually play, but I had fun watching.
|Big ball for the game because this certainly wasn't about athletic skill|
|Hostess makes first base!|
|Host makes second base!|
|Great nephew and his girlfriends, playing games of their own choosing|
And then there's this last photo of my great niece in the apple tree where I spent quite a bit of my childhood escaping things. The party was a bit rowdy for her and she went up the tree, just like I would've done. Stretching out on a branch I used to stretch out on. She's an absolutely adorable child, beautiful in both appearance and personality. The sun came through the trees just right and all she needs is to unfurl her fairy wings.