Life is short

It's been awhile since I've written; there's so much that has happened in 2 years. 
I thought I had written after a certain circumstance happened in my life about forgiveness and all that, but it seems that I did not. 
In 2 years since I have written, we have moved to South Carolina, our boys are teenagers, my husband cannot work due to a medical condition, and I am doing my best to keep everything afloat. - written in 2018. 

Looking back at this blog, as recently I feel the need to write things down again.  As our family members have passed away over the years, I am reminded every time that life is short. Why do we as a society let the small little insignificant things bother us, irritate us, cause us anxiety?  

In the past 8 years! wow 8 years of not writing, no wonder I have all these thoughts! It's 2026. 

Our society and family survived so many things including COVID, the great pandemic of 2020. 

Our children have graduated high school and became adults. One is in the navy, has recently returned from deployment; one is living with us still but working as a mechanic, drives a sports car.  I have changed jobs every couple of years, yearning to find the "good" job yearning to "fit" into a workplace, only to find that my skills in bookkeeping, office administration and some accounting, is not worth much. My pay scale has remained the same for 10 years. The cost of living has increased significantly, one year the reports on the new claimed inflation was 7 to 10%, yet my job would not give me a raise of more than 3%, and I was still below $40,000, which I made before we left Virginia for South Carolina in 2017.  I quit the office life and started preparing taxes for H&R Block, which is seasonal. I wash cars or boats for my self employment which can be tiring sweaty hot, yet feels good at the end of the day.  

So much has changed in 10 years.