Every day is a new beginning. Treat it that way. Stay away from what might have been, and look at what can be. ~ Marsha Petrie Sue
I lost my day job today. Out of the blue, my life, as I know it, has changed. The familiarity, good or bad, of getting up and going to work on a regular basis will no longer part of my day. My routines will be shaken and stirred (martini, anyone?). I will need, quickly, to find a way to get my groove back.
It’s not, you see, like I don’t have a zillion things to do! It’s not at all that I don’t love being home and calling the shots on my day. It’s more about the insecurity, the newness of it all, the disruption to my being.
Literally, I have worked at a “real” job since I was 13, summers and after school through my high school years. I am a worker! It’s part of me. It’s what I do. Do I now, at the age of 62 and in this economy, stand any chance of getting another position of my liking?? I dare say, probably not. And maybe that’s okay, as filling my time with meaningful and enjoyable tasks has never been an issue for me. My website, this blog and my Etsy shop could certainly use some attention, some TLC! It’s ironic – with fervor I read the “I Quit My Day Job” feature on the Etsy site and think….someday…well, today is that day, although I didn’t “quit” my day job. I wonder if the euphoria can be quite the same, but I’m sure the initial insecurity is akin.
I think, in a matter of just a few days, I’ll adjust quite fine and figure out rather nicely how to structure my day to make the most of it.
But for today, it sure feels a little uncomfortable.
