Just a short Five-Minute Friday post. On these posts, I follow the one-word prompt from Kate at Heading Home.
you want to join, click that link to her blog. Every
Friday is a new word, and the only rules are:
Write for 5 minutes.
your post on hers.
(You have a whole week to get your post up.)
It's pretty cool, and I find a new blog every week.
(I'm getting better at revisiting them, too.)
This week's one-word is "Weak".
My first instinct when I saw this word was my ankle. I don't know what I did - it's not exactly sprained, but... well, that's not really what this "weak" is about, is it?
I have always been a "Strong woman". The opposite of weak. So what can I write?
I have a weakness for good food, and when I pass by a bakery, my willpower is weak. I don't think that's really it either.
When am I weak? What makes me weak?
Lately, every time things go wrong I'm ready to bail. The job situation since our move has been fraught with troubles and disappointments. Just recently, when they started pressing me for my documents to finalize my visa and contract, I balked. I don't love doing what I would be doing with their contract. I have worked with them because I didn't know about other options. Now that I have other options, I don't want this first option anymore. I want to leave that situation. I feel weak and powerless.
I feel like it makes me weak.
Actually, today, I found the strength to call my contact person and explain my hesitation, and guess what? It's okay! She agreed to give me time to think about my options and we will talk in a week.
Ha. In a "week".
But I feel stronger for opening up. Maybe I'm not as weak as I thought, after all.