PBJ English Muffin

Lately I've been feeling DOWN about things. I found out that NY legislation is part of the reason why I am having such a difficult time finding a job as a health educator. Apparently, NY doesn't recognize certified health education specialists (which is what I am) as health professionals, so there is a problem with funding from insurance companies, medicaid, medicare, etc. because services administered must be from "licensed medical professionals" but as I said before, in New York CHES are not considered to be licensed medical professionals. This explains why so many places have told me that if I was an RN I wouldn't have a problem and they would hire me. According to LinkedIn and the other CHES I know this is a huge problem - we are all competing with RNs, or actually in my case and for others in NY, not even competing- we can't get hired! Great thing we all spent thousands upon thousands of dollars on our degrees and professional development... nothing like being in debt and not being able to find a job.   

So anyway, if my bitter tone hasn't indicated it, I've really been struggling.

On Sunday I went on the computer for a while to do some job hunting. I'm taking a different approach by looking for jobs in different fields at this point, but it's still freakin' bleak out there. So I was getting more and more upset, and Bryan paused his TV show, patted the spot next to him on the couch, and got up and made me some tea and an english muffin. Now I know that we are total newlyweds, so we're still supposed to be in that stage where we constantly do nice things for each other, but Bryan and I have known each other since 2001. We lived together before our wedding, and we've been dating for a reeeeeeally long time. So we're not always totally in tune with what's going on with the other person. We're way past most newlyweds with some things. We definitely work at it. So this past Sunday was perfect timing for me, because if ever I needed someone to make me a cup of tea and an english muffin, that was the day. 

I sat, feeling really dejected on the couch with my head down on a pillow. I was a real sad sack. But Bryan marched in to the room, put a little toasted english muffin with peanut butter and jelly down in front of me, and I sat up, dried my little tears, and took a bite. For that minute, I had all I could ask for.