It’s been more than a month since my last post. For that matter it’s been more than that since I’ve really weighed in on any good Twitter conversations. “Where’s PrimalChat?” was mentioned a few times and I was even given the mythical tagname “Twitsquatch” or something like that by @Paleotron (thanks buddy!). It’s hard to put into words what all has gone on in my life, but I thought it might be good therapy if I at least try now rather than wait later.
Imagine what is the worst that could happen to you. Think about it long and hard. Then attempt to see it come true. Without further ado – that is exactly what happened to me starting in March of this year. So, let’s back up.
What’s the worst that could happen in a job situation? Yeah, that happened to me. I joined the unemployed workforce, more than 10% of the American crew by my own estimations. I know the news reports 9.5% unemployment, but the government admits by their own hand they do not include those who have already given up on their hunt and moved on to seeking more education, etc. I think 10% is at least what is out there. From that perspective I know that I’m not alone in my hunt for a job. Lord knows I’m not alone since I’ve had reports of up to 150 others applying for the same jobs I’m applying for. I’ve sought jobs before in very competitive situations. This time is different. Not only is it different because I’m still on the hunt after close to six months. It’s also different because of other “stressors” in my life. Losing my job wasn’t just the worst that could happen.
What’s the worst that could happen when it comes to your marriage? Yeah, that happened to me, too. A few weeks after the job situation in March, my marriage came to a screeching halt. I’m not here to point fingers, mind you. Despite the dire situations in any marriage gone wrong, it does take two to tango. I have moved on but while the separation continues and the divorce paperwork has not been finalized, the emotional consequences have taken their toll. For those of you who have endured divorce you know what I’m talking about. For those who have not been divorced, consider yourself lucky. Take a rusty knife, stab it in your heart. Then wiggle it around. OK, now leave it in because as you view pictures or see everyday things like couples holding hands or families laughing, grab the handle of the knife and stab yourself some more. Then when you think the major pains are over, the rusted metal has had time to enter your bloodstream and it permeates into every part of your being. (For Primal folks, you can use a rusty spear – the outcome is still the same.) Lost job and lost marriage – that’s the worst that could happen, right? If only that were true.
What’s the worst that could happen with your house and income situation? Yeah, that’s happening, too. The dissolution of the marriage has caused us both to move out and the house has literally sat on the market for 4 months with no offers. An offer is finally on the house now but it will either short sell or go into foreclosure. Bankruptcy also appears to be on the horizon. My severance package is long ago spent trying to stay current on the mortgage and for the first time in my life I’m on unemployment.
What’s the worst that could happen with your feelings of self-worth, value and confidence? Yeah, those are pretty much taxed to their limits within me as well. I do my best to hang my head high, but when you are suddenly relying on government programs that you’ve never used before, you’d be a special kind of person not to have it impact you. Any of the topics I’ve mentioned are enough to make me feel low, but when you combine them, I’m a metaphorical bum on the streets who’s been kicked plenty of times and will likely get kicked some more.
What’s the worst that could happen to my kids has luckily NOT happened. My kids are both healthy, vibrant and everything is done to shield them from this time of despair. With no cable TV, we now enjoy what we should have enjoyed in the first place. You probably have one, too – it’s called the library. One of the librarians is on a first name basis with us because we are regulars borrowing DVD’s and books alike. Who needs Netflix or Blockbuster when our local library has a pretty good selection? The park system is pretty good as well, so we enjoy time there, using sidewalk chalk, blowing bubbles and simply enjoying each other’s company. Obviously my time is cut in half with them compared to where it was. I have always been a full-time Dad and very active in my kids’ lives. It crushes me to split time with them and that actually takes a bigger toll on me than the divorce, truth be told. My kids means the world to me as I’m sure yours do as well. That is why it hurts me when you add in the divorce. I pray for a transition to occur that they will accept since they are still relatively young. But there will come a time when Dad won’t be there or Mom won’t be there during a bike accident or small tragedy. That crushes me, too.
I put these other pieces on a smaller scale compared to the big picture, but my health has diminished as a result including my diet. I gladly divert income normally slotted for high quality foods to ensure the kids have plenty to eat. I incorporate intermittent fasting (myself, not the kids!), which is a great way to save money as you might imagine. I’m sure my cortisol levels are through the roof and I see evidence of that in the mirror. The offset of SAD omega 6 fatty acids from lower quality foods has resulted in a few pimples I had once seen disappear. I’m lethargic, beat up and looking for a miracle or two to appear. “What Would Grok Do?” is an inappropriate question in this case since I’m guessing Grok never lost his home or endured a divorce. He probably died before that happened – or he simply relocated to a new cave.
Does God read blogs? Even if he did, I’ve not left much out that I haven’t already prayed about to Him. This situation has been risky in my relationship to Him. I have admitted to my pastor that I have shaken my fist at Him more than a few times. I know they say that God does not put us into situations that are more than we can handle. If that is the case, I had no idea I could handle so much. At least I don’t live in the Gulf and no one has died close to me. For that I’m thankful, but it seems like everything else has blown away.
Where has PrimalChat gone? Well, now you know. I’ve applied to more positions than I can count. I have
had the time to read many good books and I’ve certainly learned the meaning of minimalism and could author a book on that in the near future. Of course I wrote my own Primal book, Caveman Resurrection, that you are welcome to purchase. Julien Smith, co-author of Trust Agents tweeted me that he enjoyed it. Not bad considering his book was a NYTimes best-seller! I also had the occasion to appear twice in the local paper touting my enjoyment of the Primal way as well as running in my Vibrams, so not all has gone south. I do miss my Primal peeps, but my ability to connect is hampered for the time being.
Grok, our Primal caveman friend that Mark Sisson created, no doubt endured some tough times. Harsh winters, droughts, times of no food and the death of loved ones were part of his life I’m guessing. I’m nothing special. As they say, this too shall pass. I’m sure it will. While it continues, it’s devastating. When it does blow over and I’m able to get my job back and enjoy life a little more fully, I’ll be making a few changes that I have learned from this time.
- Value the time you have with loved ones, especially your kids.
- Read more – there is so much knowledge to be gained and it’s as close as your library (sorry Amazon!).
- Don’t take life for granted; enjoy the little things all around you everyday.
- Connect with people. Online relationships are OK, but making real connections with real people in real time can not be substituted.
- Keep your faith close. Yeah, yeah yeah – religion is a crutch some say. I’m not talking about religion though. I’m talking about a relationship. Thank God for what you have.
Sure there are many more lessons I have learned, but this blog post has gone on for long enough. I have faith that this tide will change. Sooner than later. Although I have found multiple phrases, quotation or scripture to keep me sane, it’s your turn. What do you find comforting during tough times?