Baskets of Eggs

Life is funny.

One minute your single with the world at your fingertips. The next your married. Happily married.

One minute your enjoying being newly weds. The next your expecting to bring a new person into the world.

One minute your skinny. The next your a whale.

Life is funny.


I've been putting a lot of my eggs in one basket lately. Some of the results on that have come back, and some are still pending.

For example: I am working with a single mom who barely speaks English, has no job and no income, and in dire need of housing. I tried to find her some place to go to help her with housing, since it is definitely not my expertise. But no one was helping her. So I felt I should at least try. I connected with an organization that told me it's waiting list was soon to open up. I put all my eggs (or my clients eggs) in that basket, and the waiting list has still not opened up. My client will be homeless with her 3 month old son in 2 days. Do I take full responsibility for that? Not fully, since she did the same thing... put all her eggs in the basket of ME, knowing that I am inexperience in housing. Still I fail to know what to do, and I'm pretty sure she can find a friend to stay with til the waiting list does open up.

The pending example: We've gone and fallen in love with a house. It's for sale, but we've been waiting on the appraisal for almost 2 weeks now. We put all our eggs in this basket, hoping to make it in time to still be eligible for the first time home buyers tax credit. We have until tomorrow.

Another pending example: We've gone and fallen in love with the idea of buying this house and moving up north with our only hope of income being a business that barely even exists as of now.

We'll see how those scenarios turn out.

For now I strive to survive at work, trying to stay motivated, when my heart is moving more and more each day northward.