holliday

Every day during my lunch hour I head out to my flat black magical minivan and pop the back hatch open. I curl up in there, warming in the sun, eating my bagged lunch and reading a book.

I amuse myself by watching the beautiful cars and trucks (like the one pictured in my last journal) going in and out of the hot rod shop across the little parking lot. I like it not only because I love those cars but because I know that in order to get into THAT kind of work, I have to pay my dues doing what I'm doing (autobody repair on high end import cars).

Yesterday I was reading through a favorite book of mine by Maya Angelou, "Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now."

In one of the chapters she's talking about the old South...and a single black woman with kids. Faced with the need to make money she knew she couldn't get hired at the cotton gin or the lumber mill. She also decided that she wouldn't be hired as a domestic and leave her kids to be raised by someone else. And in her words she said;

"I looked up the road I was going and back the way I come, and since I wasn't satisfied, I decided to step off the road and cut me a new path."

I don't think I need to explain why that quote hits home for me. Made especially poignant by the fact it seems I'd underlined it the last time I read the book.

For someone who often feels lost in this new life and struggling with the new person I've become...that made me feel kinda warm and fuzzy. A little more at home in the new life.

P.S.
My shop uniforms arrived yesterday...pictures pending