It’s sometimes literally breathtaking the kind of sudden, wild turns life can take — some for the good, others bad.
It wasn’t very long ago at all that I had all kinds of time to do things and plan events around my family. That was the one single most positive thing out of the time that I’ve spent being unemployed until just recently.
Now, the hours are long and varied. I took a Utah Transit Authority TRAX train home after 9 p.m. tonight — hopping on a southbound Red Line train after a 12-hour work day at about 9:20 p.m. I got home shortly before 10 p.m. after a 30-minute ride.
By that time, my lovely daughter was about to get ready for bed. Not long after it was time to say “Hi,” it was time for her to say “Goodnight.”
Those are the sacrifices we must make in order to survive these days. And that’s exactly why we do it in the Land of the Middle Class — simply to survive and try to give our families a decent life.
We do it even if it means seeing our spouse and children for maybe an hour on those longest days.
Welcome to survival. Welcome to the Land of the Middle Class.