Searching for what should make me happy

 I am increasingly relying on fate and not sensible planning. I have applied for a maternity cover - the Headteacher was very nice but I got the feeling I'm not what he's looking for. I might be wrong. I've seen another role I think I'd love, but then I feel that clawing doubt that I won't get it, been out of it too long. The news schools might be shut here for longer so frustrating and unnecessary for us and other schools too.  And with the devastation around me, the giving of stuff to those who now have nothing, and those who had almost nothing anyway it just doesn't feel important. 

And yet it is and it is my life and I want to be happy. 

With this sense I'm aware as well that I'm taking a gamble with my scan dates. I'm willing it all to be ok and waiting for July and not thinking about it, but of course that's a lie because I am thinking about it, often and I push it aside. My husband hugged me yesterday, he held me tight as he cried because he had seen a woman and a small child sat with almost nothing, a small cloth with what were probably all their belongings. He went to them and gave them the money he had in his pocket and some food he had bought for other people. As he held me I thought about my kidney! Imagine that, I thought about what is inside me and if it is growing and if it might kill me. The two things at the same time. Such is my privilege. 

Today he has gone off to help again. We have a 4x4 and he's using it to help. I'm here, offering people our shower - people who are used to hot showers when they want them. Not much is it. I'm not sure how I feel. But I know I want to be happy.