Anyone watch Breaking Bad last night? Don’t worry, I won’t give anything away. Except to say that my husband pointed out, during this episode, that where we are–and I’m just going to assume he meant both our current place of residence and the situation we are in, even though he said only one of those things–is like a huge magnet, holding on tight. It doesn’t want to release us.
I called it a black hole. But for now, we’ll go with his magnet analogy.
There are lots of magnets in my life. Babies, for one. Honestly, I’m not sure if they’re the magnet or if I am. It could go either way. I chose a career that’s centered around young children and babies. That would make them the magnet. But when I walk into a daycare, random children flock to me as if I were the baby whisperer. So maybe it’s me.
Also, sugar. Just about the most powerful magnet there is.
Hubby, of course. Even when I wanted to stay away from him, I couldn’t. (That moment lasted all of about four days.)
I had a friend who swore she hated drama, but guess what? It seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She was a drama magnet. And I think she secretly loved it.
Everybody has a magnet. The thing they’re drawn to, even when they don’t want to be. Or the thing that sucks them in, against their will. Sometimes it’s toxic people in our lives. Sometimes it’s food we know we’re going to regret eating. Bad habits, addiction, obsessions. Magnets.
So here we are, in our iron underwear, stuck to a massive magnet that is unemployment, standing still, just waiting for the next thing to happen because we can do nothing (it seems) to set ourselves free and move forward. All the things that we would like to do–IVF, buying a house, settling somewhere other than here–are just out of reach and apparently made of wood.
The thing is, even the strongest electromagnet has an off switch. I sure wish we could find ours.
Good or bad, what’s your magnet? Also–anyone know where the off switch is?