Letting Life Lead
From: The Daily Prompt
The Prompt: Buffalo Nickel. Dig and find a coin. What is the year? Write about that.
A Response with a New Word: Chronicles of Anglo Swiss (“Fünfliber”)
A Response with a Dream Changed: Not So Prompt (Dreams sometimes take a different path)
A Response in the Year I was Four: Breathing Space (Did every house everywhere have that gold couch pattern?)
My Coin and Response: 2002 Quarter
It’s all quite fuzzy, but this was the first or second year I was living in a new city. I was the only one in my immediate family to pick up every thing and move away. I had had three part time jobs that were going nowhere and they eventually just ended. I was then working full-time at a call center job I hated and I could barely get up to drag myself to go. I had run out of money to continue college graduate study after my thesis got rejected for a second time. I was done. I’d been dumped over Instant Messenger. Who does that? I’ll tell you, a loser who unfortunately, was my lesson in finding better because I deserved better. When I moved I was riding on righteous indignation determined to find anything else, but the path I was on. I quit my job, used up all my savings to move with the help of my best friend and her family who lived there, and I threw out desperate lifelines. Online dating back them was weird, but it was a changing world and I wasn’t exactly meeting anyone at the library. When people asked, “How did you meet?” it was usually an awkward, shift eyed response like I’d ordered marijuana by post. I took a chance, encountered a few toads, but it was a path that eventually led me to my husband.
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