I had $0.06 in my bank account and $5 in coins in my purse. As I sat in the car, the reality of this season of my life just hit me... homeless. I am homeless.
I looked at myself in the mirror and the conversation in my mind began. "It's all your fault. You did this to me. You. YOU failed us. You are 46-years-old and you have nothing. You are stuck. You are, yet again, in "starting over" mode. You are not all here, you are functioning broken How do you go from having a job with benefits, having your own business as a travel agent, having almost paid off all your debt and making plans for the next season of your life, to sitting in the front seat of a car with $0.06 in the bank and $5 in your purse, your items in a borrowed storage unit, your clothes in a travel garment bag, a job paying $8.50 per hour working 15-25 hours per week and you have two college degrees? How the hell did this happen to us Michele...please tell me...I would like to know".
