I lost my job this week.
For the record, I wasn’t fired. My part-time contract was eliminated by a new full-time permanent position that I was not eligible to apply for because I’m not already a full-time permanent employee.
It sucks, but it really could be worse. I’ve got ten weeks of lieu pay coming to me and a short contract after that, so I’m OK financially. My bosses hated to let me go and have all offered to give glowing references. I loved my job, but my self-esteem wasn’t tied to it. It’s spring, so I won’t be cooped up in my house hating life. All in all, I’m feeling pretty OK about the whole thing.
Today was my first official day of freedom. All day long I’ve been getting texts from friends and family — checking up on me, I guess. I HAVE hit some pretty crappy patches in the last few years — maybe they’re afraid that this particular crap-patch will be the one that makes me fall apart.
But here’s the thing: how can you fall apart when you’ve never really had it together?
It probably doesn’t look that way from the outside. I mean, I’ve always managed to pay my bills, I have close friends and family who love me and whom I love, and I’m generally a functional human being. Life has been good.
But the thing is… I want life to be great.
So that’s how I’m going to spend the next few months of my life — getting it together. I’m not exactly sure what that’s going to look like, but I hope you’ll all drop by the blog from time to time to offer words of advice and encouragement as I find out!