It's confession Tuesday but I'm going to start with promotions. Do check out Male Monday at Reading In Color. Ari is a fresh, welcomed voice in the YA book blogosphere. Good reading. This week, Ali, my co-host at Worducopia is hosting CORA Diversity Roll Call, and we're discussing boys and books and book covers. You'll find multiple links to great recommendations, but I want to point out Zetta's article about how male teen characters are sketched and writers' social/cultural responsibility. A thought-provoking piece that asks some serious questions worth discussing.
Okay, now on to the drama. Yesterday, I got my hair done. A sista was looking raggedy because I was way overdue (I love having my hair done and locs must be tightened occasionally but I hate making the trip). While there, a friend from work called me about the current threat of a layoff. In the past, I worried myself sick. We're union and I'm at the bottom of the totem pole. If there's a layoff in my department, I'm gone. This time though, I told my girlfriend, yes I heard the rumors, but I'm not stressing. I'm done worrying about it because stressing doesn't serve me.
We're in Michigan. Our unemployment rate is double-digit. I work for the county, and for the last year I've watched business drop off for all vendors. I live in great suburb where there were lots of small, thriving businesses. I've watched a lot of them close up and those who remain are barely holding on. And let's not talk about family and friends. It's easier to list off who is still working than those who are not. Personally, I've been feeling the weight of the economic downturn for a while. At this point, I've gone into survival mode. I accept these are hard times and for me, getting laid off is just one more episode in an already depressing year.
I am doing what I can with what I have. I have been unemployed before. In fact, I've been fired in the past, and I have lived below the poverty line. I also made it to the other side of those difficult times. I know I can make it again. This is hardly where I expected to be at this stage in my life, but well, I am.
I have other life work that brings me joy and gives me a sense of purpose. I have my family and friends. I know how to hustle. We'll eat and we'll have a place to stay. For now, I'm holding on. As long as I can do that, I am hopeful.