In my last book, Waiting to Surface, one of the major themes was learning to live with uncertainty. Though it was a novel, it was based on my life – and I had an extreme case: My husband vanished while swimming at night and his body was never found. I had to learn to accept (slowly, painfully, but finally) that I would never know what happened.
The thing is, we all have uncertainty in our lives – there’s no guarantee when you send your child off to school or kiss your husband/wife goodbye in the morning that they will return, after all. And now we have this vast, overwhelming economic uncertainty eating away at us, our sense of security, our plans for the future. Politicians are saying that part of the financial problem is that we all feel too uncertain to spend any money (at least those of us who still have jobs and any money left to spend.) I know that I’m forgoing a lot of things because as a writer and journalist (and single mother), I have no idea what my situation will be six months from now. And yeah, it keeps me up some nights. What about you? How is the sense of uncertainty affecting you? Has it changed how you act? Changed how you feel?