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Beside Myself...

Would be more appropriate than the prompt given to us today by our wonderful host Linda Hilll.
Today’s prompt was Beside you, looking right beside you for what you will write about. Click on the link to visit her blog, read the rules, and meet other great writers too.

When I saw the prompt this morning I was up before the sun, attempting yet again to apply for unemployment assistance. I have been trying for several days, quite unsuccessfully to finalize the process. The system is, understandably, overloaded, leading to restarts, reboots, glitches and dead-ends. Big sigh....


Piles and notes and all the details I can muster cannot make the impossible happen. Supposedly they are updating the system tomorrow and I will try again..and again..and again, because we can’t give up. Our lives depend upon our resilience, our fortitude and our patience. 
We must be thankful for those tangible things we are blessed with like a home, food, family that is still healthy, the sun rising to greet us for yet another day. The prompt brought to mind a song-a song from a movie that I loved so long ago. So I decided to pull it from the case and watch it. It was remarkable how easily I found it, which tells me there are those who are no longer here in this physical life who are reminding me that I, that we, are never alone. This may seem like a nightmare but we are the dreamers and we can make the changes we need to return to a beautiful vision.  
I hope you are well, have all that you need and take time to just breathe...
What is beside you now? Who is beside you all the way? 
Tell them how thankful you are and how very much they mean to you. 


Comments

  1. I hope you are able to cut through the red tape and confusion, Cheryl. In the meantime, stay strong (which I know you will), stay safe and stay healthy.

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    1. Thanks Dan. I have my moments but I am a fighter. Have a beautiful Sunday. I am forcing myself to keep track of the days at this point. 😉

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  2. Lovely! I'll keep an eye out for that movie.

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    1. It’s sad and hopeful both, Pam. It remains a favorite of mine.

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  3. Hang in there, Cheryl! We'll see the other side of this one day, and be that much more appreciative of what we have. I'm sure of it. :)

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    1. I’m counting on it, Linda. Thank you. Stay well.🤗

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