I’ve read enough chick lit books to know that when you lose your job, you are supposed to move to a new city, take the time to ‘find yourself’ and then you will magically lose a stack of weight, land your dream job and meet the perfect guy. Normally this is facilitated by an inheritance from an aunt that you have tucked away for a rainy day.
Unfortunately my life is not a chick lit book. I don’t really have the luxury of taking the time to ‘find myself’… I really just need to find a bloody job! Not a dream job, just a job would be nice.
I really can’t complain too much about being unemployed. I have been filling my days very nicely with gym work outs, long walks and podcasts, cooking, housework, coffees with friends, online study and a bit of TV. I could probably spend all day just surfing the net and not get bored. I am easily amused.
I am doing all the things I used to do when I worked, but I have the time to do it slowly and purposefully. The simple act of making a cup of tea and drinking it is enjoyable when I don’t have a million things to do. Even going to the gym and doing the housework is quite nice when I can take my time and not feel rushed.
Being unemployed is really suiting me. I do have bouts of panic about money or frustration that I was made redundant, but time away from the workforce has given me some perspective. I am starting to feel like my old self again.
I haven’t exactly been able to ‘find myself’ just yet, but I am learning what I don’t want in my life anymore and sometimes that is the first step.