Tuesday afternoon started just like any other. I grabbed a cup of coffee and set up office at the picnic table in my backyard. I sat down and took a look at my to-do list and felt my stress level climbing. It’s been 3.5 months since I was fired. I’ve made very little progress with freelance design, which forced me to make my first withdrawal from my retirement savings account. As I battled my self-doubt, I noticed something fluffy fall from a nearby pine tree.
A fledgling Blue Jay had just jumped from his nest. He was stunned and seemed a bit panicked at first, screeching for help. I waited and watched. No one came to his rescue. I didn’t even hear any Blue Jay calls, which is quite strange for my yard.