I finally for the first time in my entire life got fired from work. It's been almost a week without a job. I just realized I took that risk. No back up plan.
It finally hits me. But I can't sit down on it too long. As much as I want to curl into fetus position, I decided not to. Too much to think. I'm tired. I'm restless.
But I can't give up. I can get up again. The way I see it, I just need to take a step back and rethink what's next.
I'm not going to give up. I've been through a whole lot worse. Somehow, yes, it is messy up here in my head. I have not cry. My head is still held up high. God is fair. I've always find a way to get up. I will work with my earnest heart, and faith in me.
I'm thankful for what I have right now. Still have.
"My daughter is strong and won't cry...", I will always remember that pa. I shall not fail again.