Sunday [The Rearranging...]

Words.

What of words that has not been told.

I am still, at every moment, stunned by the power of spoken language.

Of thoughts.

Of those things we do not have the skills to say.

The way they are intertwined with everything we do.

All that we are.

Shaped by an infinite rearrangement of 26 letters.

Two Mondays ago I was left unexpectedly without a job.

Unemployed for the first time since I was 14.

The first week, I decided to call an extended holiday.

The second I spent actively seeking new employment.

Job interviews, bridal appointments, endless emails and phone calls,

tossing and turning at night because there were so many decisions to make

and none felt like the right one.

Yesterday, I did my first ever wedding on my own.

it occurred to me that it wasn't my first.

I've been doing this for months now, just under someone else's name.

And today, I made a choice to change the arrangement of letters.

I am not unemployed.

I work from home. 

That feels so much more like the truth.

Like a powerful statement of acknowledgement.

Like a final acceptance of what I knew to be true.

Like the right words at the right time.

I work from home.