There was a very part-time youth service outreach post advertised this week. I could do it with my eyes shut (and, perhaps more importantly, from a wheelchair if necessary). It looks great and could be a really interesting challenge. I still haven't decided whether or not to apply for it. I'm leaning towards 'no', however. I've been seeing a slow but definite improvement (in my terms - not everyone would see it in me), in pain levels especially. This is making me wonder, about 30% of the the time, whether I could take on the employment world again. Unfortunately, when I translate it into action, I find that I can't walk down the high street without a major relapse or read a book without falling asleep. This would not make for a productive Naomi. I need to be careful not to run before I can get out of the wheelchair... and so I should really be looking into voluntary work etc. Which I am. It's just all so frustrating, though. I was not blessed with the virtue of patience (or, to put it as my mother does, "You want everything yesterday"). So I should probably be cultivating it. Um. How does one go about that?
He has shown you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To do justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God... - Micah 6:8
In news from the TV world: Life on Mars. Now there's an ending. Made my week, that did. Buffy eat your heart out. (One day I'll be able to review things with words of more than one syllable again. No, really I will.) And in my reading adventures: Muriel Spark writes like a very twisted late-1950s semi-surrealist literary angel, and I am trying to conquer various books on NLP and starting your own business. In that order.
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