Or more appropriately - there it went!
After all, it was only a job
Still I fell hard, crushed under the weight of a slightly inflated ego and delusions of grandeur.
I actually dressed for work and left the house for a week before I could swallow my shame and guilt and admit that I had 'lost' my job.
Lost my job? It was only lost to me - to another it might be a perfect find
But after going through my grief - "The only way out is through" a friend once told me - I find myself cleansed.
So, the wheel has turned - but strangely I sense that the worm has turned as well; the one at the core of my spirit that has started a transformation of how I view myself in the world, my place in it - my responsibility to it and my actions within it.
There's something big happening behind the scenes but I'm not allowed to part the curtain quite yet; I've a few more contracts with fellow souls to satisfy - for whatever the reason.
I've been presented with an opportunity, for the second time, with someone who I thought lost to me - and a chance to regain my own self respect.
I'm going to take it, and run like hell
'The meal', and the act of producing it is a sacrament dedicated to those that partake of it - and a blessing to those that cooked it that nothing else in this world can compare to.
Be Proud, my brothers and sisters; and take good care of those in your care, even if for a moment.