Oh my, it’s been a while.
So my attempt to blog has failed miserably. And I’m only writing now because I’m finally experiencing a bit of a break, without also feeling tired. The summer has been a busy one, I keep telling that to people because it’s true. 3 part-time jobs, an audio course, and the various things of life have kept me puttering around. May was the toughest month in terms of finding decent work. I was housecleaning for a time. Yup, former professional engineer resorting to house cleaning for pay. It made me appreciate several things though:
– the value of domestic housework
– the plight of immigrant workers, especially nannies
– the difference between humility and humiliation, that is, what makes one type of work meaningful and the other degrading?
I guess I wasn’t as humble as I thought… I couldn’t keep doing it. Instead I’m making coffee for even less pay, but for some reason it’s more noble. Go figure.
I feel like I’m living life in reverse to most. When I was in university, I didn’t have to take up a service job or live in dorms. I had a career and a decent paying job. Now I’m back in school, working an almost minimum wage job and living in a community house (of sorts).
And I’m happier now than when I was in the office. Blessings, and blessings… little gifts of life.
Other people my age are experiencing other types of blessings – family life, raising children, diapers and rashes. While I wish for these things, nothing quite beats living with a 97 year old lady full of wit and wisdom, in a beautiful house by the ocean. I’m freer than most people, but I’m unsure what to do with that freedom. I’m also more selfish than my mothering friends who understand the meaning of sacrifice.
On the flip side, I don’t know what I did to deserve to be here with all that I have… esp when others suffer so much. Pakistan, Haiti, Congo… East Side Vancouver. How does one live with so much abundance and grace when others are without?
Anyways, I ramble and life rumbles on.