Grief surprised me today, leaking from some old failing seam deep underground. (Click to read what Lori wrote)
On August 17, I will have been self-employed for a year as a medical transcription editor, something I thought I was not capable of doing. The self-employed part, that is. The painting above, "Typists," is by
Jacob Lawrence from his series on workers. I would not have been able to make a living working on a typewriter as women did in the past, including my own mother. I am not a skilled typist. As a high school student, I received a D in typing, although I did well in all my other classes. Computers have allowed me to make mistakes all day long and still manage to earn a living. Life is full of surprises. As I work to support myself, these beautiful flowers bloom at my side. I'm a late bloomer, and I believe in the Love that moves the sun and other stars.