It's been four weeks since I was fired from the group home.
It's difficult to just "let it go', but I've been working on being at peace, and seeking out what I need to do next.
Last week I got away for a couple days just me and our two french bulldogs, to really cleanse my heart and focus forward from the things that have been lingering. It was a wonderful time being alone without distractions of other things I could be doing or errands that I needed to run.
Right when I come to terms within myself to be at peace (and just in time I might add), my phone rings within hours of returning from my getaway. It is the New Director who fired me.
She is calling to see how I am doing? It was a great day for her to call really, because I am now in a GREAT place within me. She was checking in for the one thing I had been wondering would be asked......if I'd be interested in going back? She shared very little information with me, but did say all the things I shared with her when I was working there, she is now hearing.
Today, I got a text from a house staff who is still working there asking how I was doing and how she misses me.
I am not going to read into any of it. But will say, how nice it is to get to a place within myself of peace to know I did what I could, and meant well with what I fought for, and it was encouraging to hear the new Director very humbly validate the purpose of fighting the conflict that was wreaking havoc...and that I was not the problem.
This whole week has had a great beginning from a wonderful and peaceful week I had last week.
Here's some pics of us last week. The "fatties" (our french bulldogs) are the best company, even when they're begging for food, snoring so loud it's difficult to sleep, or being the insulation we need when we ran out of propane...lol
They just wanted a little morsel. ;)
Deklan devoured a squeeker toy
This is about 1 am on Saturday...It had snowed the day before and we ran out of propane to heat our camper. We had every blanket piled onto our bed, with the frenchies in between to help keep us warm. I put on sweats, and socks...and THANKFULLY our new camper came with a heated mattress that my hubby remembered when I was about to say "I want to go home"...lol We survived until the next morning...never mind the icicles hang from our nostrils...lol