There were a few posts that i had written when i was too congested to sleep the other night, I’ve since deleted them, but some of the information inside of them will get up here at some point, just at a better time, and more well written. This one i wrote directly into the medium tab on my chromebook just this afternoon at around 2:30.
It’s a good thing my head is pretty put together, relatively speaking, for a number of reasons. Today, I had to get some paperwork about my disability appeal for my supportive housing move, the date of which is still unknown. I was able to contact the correct parties to get this paperwork quite quickly; it maybe took two hours.
I remember this kind of thing used to irritate and overwhelm me to the point where I wouldn’t be able to take care of it. A lot of things used to do that. It still irritated me, sure, but I wasn’t overwhelmed to the point where it froze me.
I believe I will be getting my move-in date for the apartment by the end of the week; that’s my expectation at this point in the process. So naturally, I’m keeping my phone close and actually with the ringer on for the first time in years. I don’t even know what the ringtone sounds like, but I assume I’ll be able to identify that it’s my phone ringing.
I do this new thing with Spotify, where I take one of the playlists I’ve made and turn on smart shuffle, so that it suggests music that is in line with what’s on the list. Today, it suggested this song by The Faces that I had never heard before called “As Long As You Tell Him.” I was walking back from the Social Security office in the pouring rain, where I thought I could get this paperwork that I needed for housing; I had thought wrong, and they didn’t have it. Anyway, the song’s chorus goes “I’ve overcome worse problems than you,” and I laughed out loud in the moment when I was agitated by the fact that I had gone out in the rain and walked 10 blocks for what I learned was no good reason at all. I know it was just a really good Spotify algorithm, but it felt like the universe winking at me. I got home and sent an email to my lawyer about what I needed for housing, and the paperwork was in my Gmail inbox within the next 30 minutes.
It’s just funny that I took the steps to get to this point without even knowing where I was going. Of course, my initial disability claim got denied; that’s what happens pretty much every time. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to acquire the records that I’d need to get together for a viable appeal; there are so many, all over numerous states. So, I hired a lawyer who is handling it for me. I didn’t know that months later, I would need this appeal to get the clear to move into an apartment through supportive housing. I feel like I’m just stumbling through life, landing on the right squares all of the time.
I mean, some really bad stuff has happened to me, but I’m inclined to believe that it happened for a reason, if only to inform me that “I’ve overcome worse problems than you” when I’m faced with difficulties.
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