March is upon us, and with it comes the season of hope. Hope for spring and the end to a dreary and dreadful winter and hope that the new year will start to turn around for the better.
My mom lost her job a week ago. I found out 3 days ago because she didn't want to ruin my vacation to California. Although, now I just feel selfish for going when I know that it's probably not the wisest thing to do with my financial situation as well as my parents. It's been a rough few years and it only seems to be getting worse, though I don't want to have that pessimistic outlook, it helps nothing. It's just hard to see my mother, a woman who can have the most blind hope in such unforgiving situations, feeling utterly and completely beaten. This is the 2nd time in the last 5 years she's been laid off and it comes only one year after my father's lay off.
I can't help but wonder what to do from here. A part feels like I need to go back home, give up living in the city, and try to be there for them, make it easier, one less thing for them to worry about. It's difficult. I want so badly for it to be different, for things to work out but, at this point, especially with the impending economic recession, it's hard to stay optimistic.
This is the month of hope. The month of trying to keep positive and stay optimistic about the future. It has to be ok. It will be ok and I have to just keep reminding myself of that. My family has been through worse and we'll get through this speed bump as well, it's just, why now?
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