It’s been a strange 38 days. I haven’t had that many days to myself, with no work or school obligations, since I was old enough to get a job. That was fifteen years ago. The first couple of weeks held some freelance work, but ever since then I’ve been pretty footloose and fancy free. Even in the summers in high school and college I didn’t sit at home idle, so I have barely known what to do with myself from day to day.
My unemployment thankfully seems to be drawing to a close, but despite my stress over finding a new job and the possibility that it might take a long time, the break has been kind of nice. I almost hate to admit it, but it’s true. I wish I could say I’ve been super productive and cleaned my house from top to bottom, made amazing meals every day, and written an entire novel, but I can’t. I have let myself relax and do as I please. I’ve spent time with friends and family, read books, watched a lot of TV, applied for a lot of jobs, gone on interviews, written, slept, and generally remembered what it is like to not be a ball of stress who dreads going into the office. Like I said before, I think it was a blessing in disguise that I was laid off, because I really wasn’t happy. It opened me up for the amazing opportunity ahead of me that I feel will really utilize my talents and help me to grow.
I’ve been lucky to have amazing family and friends surrounding me and supporting me through it all. They’ve made it so much easier on me. 38 days isn’t so bad, considering that the average unemployment length is about as many WEEKS. It hasn’t been a cakewalk, but I am glad in a way that I had time to clear my palate, so to speak. I feel refreshed and energized. I’m ready to pick back up on all our plans…moving, decorating, enjoying Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday. I’m ready to move on.