There’s really no other way to explain it. On Thursday at 3:45, I had a job. A well paying career. Ten minutes later, I became unemployed.
A week later, I am still in shock. I didn’t realize how much of an identity I placed in my work. There are tons of emotions that I won’t go into, but unemployment is something I never thought I would experience… until I was 70 or so and retiring on the beach watching Days of Our Lives, ya know?
Thankfully, I have been busy. I was out of town for a few days right after getting the news, which was perfect timing. Time with family, friends with atypical work schedules, and volunteering at my church has given me the structure I crave.
Life is a bit scary right now. The “unknown” usually is, I guess. But maybe this is, somehow, possibly, in a weird way, for the best. Maybe I can focus on my writing for a bit, and also find a job more suitable to my interests and personality.
Maybe…. maybe…
So here’s to more blog posts, more miles on the treadmill, and new possibilities. Cheers (!) (?)
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