I'm a Statistic

Just the other day when we went to see Memphis at the 5th Avenue Theater, a friend told me that he was "a statistic". It took me a minute to catch on to what he meant - that he'd been laid off. Well, I'm a statistic, too. It's very odd to be at work every day knowing that I have 1 month to work there, and then I'm out on my fanny.

When faced with crises, I look for the metaphor. It's just the way I roll, so bear with me. I will be working from now through the end of March. Then we have plans (and, luckily, airline tickets) to head to Scottsdale, AZ for Passover. When I was praying last night, I asked for help in understanding the significance of being "freed" from a job I love in time to share a Seder with my uncle and aunt. The Jews were freed from slavery - but I'm being freed from a job I enjoy, working with people whom I love.

Then I thought about Moses leading such a large group, among whom were those complaining "We should never have left Egypt". Maybe I have something to learn from the reticent folks. Or maybe there are a number of definitions of slavery. Maybe I need to discover and free myself of something to which I've become enslaved. More prayer needed, obviously, but until I find a metaphor that works more efficiently, I think that's the track I'll follow.

Well, off to savor some free espresso...only 1 month left for that perk (no pun intended).