If it weren't for my okra right now, I am feeling pretty low. I feel like a failure after this last job attempt. All I can say was it just wasn't for me and there was no way out except to just go.
If it weren't for this lovely okra moving past all odds...flourishing under my care in buckets in a blazing summer (well, now Fall) heat...I wouldn't feel a glimmer of hope for my financial future. The job prospects are non-existant. We are living on one income (THANK GOD FOR THAT)...and people might think I am nuts for leaving that crazy assed job...but really...how much can one take for the salary? Am I just a prostitute for the money? No, I am not, and I refuse to be like that. I will sit under my okra plants and prepare inexpensive meals. Shop in the thrift stores, and entertain myself, and the family on the cheap. I suppose I am richer than I think...I've got nature, family, and friends to sustain me. I am grateful.