There are times in my life when I’m absolutely ecstatic. Nothing in the world can bring me down and life just feels…good! But then something happens that takes all that away.

I came back one evening to find J at home with the bad news that he lost his job. And suddenly, I couldn’t help feeling like the worst of the worst that can possibly happen…just did.

But it’s not is it? It’s just a job. Yes it pays the bills and it ensures we keep the roof we fought so hard to get…over our heads. But that’s about it. People go through a lot worse but why do I feel like I’ve lost my right arm? We can manage on one salary…well, just about…

It’s been a couple of weeks since J has been out of work and there are things that they don’t tell u in books and articles about the repercussions of losing your job. Besides the financial instablity, it also knocks your confidence right down. And the one thing I’ve learnt in this whole process is the fact that no matter what, I’ve got to do everything I can to keep him from wallowing in depression and self-pity.

I hate how we’ve just succumbed to the idealogy that we can’t achieve anything without being successful in our careers. A job doesn’t have to be one’s passion. It can be the path to achieving one’s passion. Surely, the most important thing right now is that…yes we may be a little tight on money…but I’ve got J. He’s alive and well and I wake up to that everyday.

But the sad thing is, as much as I’ll be happy with that, I know we can’t keep going like this. As much as I try to put an optimistic light on the whole situation, I know that it’s not enough…I just wish we get to the light at the end of the tunnel soon…real soon…