Hello list,

 

I haven’t been active on this list for while but I feel like I need to share. Yesterday I was so tired that I decided finally just to straighten up my office. I have a terrible problem with cluttering up my workspace and making working in here impossible. So I’m turning over that I am going to spend half an hour straightening up and half an hour grading.

 

First, let me say how grateful I am to this list...five years ago when I joined it around Christmas time I was working in a day care center despite having 60 graduate credits over a masters...under earning and under achieving. My husband and I had been married for less than a year but we were really having trouble...mostly, I thought, over money. I was hiding money in my sock drawer and afraid to buy new underwear. One of the first posts I remember was a woman on the list assuring me that it was ok to buy sunblock that didn’t break out my face since I had to go outside with the kids for a few hours a day and have pre-cancer on my face. Amazing that I thought so little of myself that I was afraid to express this! Christmas that year was awful because my husband was angry that he had to buy me presents and took the present I bought him back that day. (Later, through the work we’ve done as a result of this program I learned it was because he didn’t know how to use it...and didn’t want to admit it. It was a VCR/DVD player and our TV was too old to hook it up without more equipment.) Now when I think of how awful that morning is, I am so grateful for this program...we now have been putting money in a savings account just for Christmas so it’s not such a shock. Dennis is working on his feelings around giving and I’m working on mine about giving to myself. I don’t have a secret sock drawer but a savings account with $1600. I even remember discussing whether or not I was healthy enough to have a puppy on this list and my fears that I would abuse it. He’s four years old now and although I yelled at him when he was little, people on this list helped me respond appropriately and train him.

 

We keep all our numbers on Quicken and this has made the anxiety in my house about money diminish considerably. For several months, Dennis would freak out about money and I was just able to print out a hard copy and show him where the money was going. Whew! Also, by the way, I have some very nice professional clothes to go to work in and I’ve recently added having my hair colored professionally back into my life.

 

My work-life has also changed dramatically. I am teaching three Holocaust History courses at a community college...as an adjunct, but it is work I love. I’m also working on Holocaust curriculum for secondary students with a world renowned Holocaust scholar from Hebrew University who is visiting Tucson. This is volunteer work, but I believe it will lead to an appropriate job someday.

 

So, here’s what I think I’m cluttering about...I went to a conference two weekends ago on Holocaust Education and it was wonderful. I met some people who were really encouraging me to get a PhD. So I got all excited about it.  Dennis, my husband, might be able to move near some of them so I am applying to the ones near these possibilities.

 

But, I love our life here in Tucson! We have such a nice house, and I like my job, but it doesn’t pay very much and there’s no possibility of advancing (that I can see). The plan is for me to get a PhD in history, and then Dennis and I will look for a place where we can both have jobs that pay us well and give us plenty of opportunity to advance and to use our skills.

 

But I am afraid that I will lose the nice life that I have. Fear fear fear. Also that I won’t be accepted to the places I’m applying.

 

So, I am going to continue to apply, do the footwork because applying is my footwork. And Dennis and I could be happy somewhere else also, eh? It’s not the geography that makes the marriage. I know this, but it is hard to imagine change for the better, even though I’ve experienced so much of it.

 

So, that’s the story.

 

One day at a time. One task at a time J.

 

Jan     11/17/2006