A new day has arrived and I sit here listening to my son, Chris Plowman, sing his song “Time Will Tell.” He sings “Do we have what it takes to leave behind the weight of our mistakes? ‘Cause I know we are free as far as we allow ourselves to be. We all have to make a choice to sit in silence or raise our voice. Raise your voice.”
The snow melted. The forest floor exposed, under the brown fallen leaves is the dark soil waiting for spring to renew growth once more. I drove out yesterday to check my mail, and on the way back in I stopped by the garden. It had warmed up enough so that when I tried to start the tractor, it revved up right away. I went into the fenced in area where all the tomatoes, now dead, still stood. I started pulling these out of the ground, more easily than many weeks back, putting the dry branches on a pile to compost. I will be digging this area by hand when I start to plant because I do not want to take down the fencing only to have to put it up again. Despite the freezing cold, there is a lot still growing, a sturdy ground cover. I do not know what it is, but it inspires me to decide what I will put in this area, as soon as I have some starts to plant.
Yesterday was a kind of breakthrough for me. I was still tired after having coffee and a bit of breakfast, so I went back to bed. I was about to drift off, reconciled that I would have to be patient. A week from now I will know if I have a job, and I will be in gear to move to a town 65 miles away in order to be closer to work. Change is in the works, and as I started to drift off, the phone suddenly rang. I jumped up to answer it and felt a pull in my left side that took away my breath for an instant. As I answered the phone, I hoped this muscle pull would soon go away.
The voice coming through spoke of how he had seen my resume online. He wondered if I am presently employed. He proceeded to tell me of a position for which he thinks I qualify, given my background in medical transcription and certification as a nursing assistant. It would pay mileage to and from work, as well as for time spent traveling. The hourly pay amounts to twice what I have been earning. He got my attention. It would entail two days worth of training online, and once I passed the exam given at the end of the training, I would be given my first assignment. Upon completion of this, I would be paid for the training and be given more assignments. We got off the phone, emailed back and forth a few times, my questions answered quickly. Today I called and found out that they are looking at my resume again, that around noon I should get a call saying whether or not they will offer me this job. The fellow said, “I am sure you could do this, especially with the training given.”
I have been stressing way too much the last few months. The weather obliged me to surrender. Tired of fighting, I arrived at the understanding that how I live here is ultimately determined by my attitude. I can be miserable and unhappy or I can relax and trust that good is coming my way. I choose the latter. As Chris says, “I know we are free as far as we allow ourselves to be.” This new day is here, and all I have to do is embrace it, with all the possibilities inherent. Time will tell how my life goes, out here in these woods away from the hustle and bustle. I willingly participate, on all sorts of levels.
If you are interested to hear the song, “Time Will Tell,” click on the link on my homepage: Christopher Plowman.