Where does the time go? it is April 2015 and my last post was over a year ago. Funny how long ago and yet five minutes that feels. As most of you know, I got laid off last month. The thing that has been most interesting is how happy it made me. I’ve been so stressed out and miserable for the last year. I kept telling myself that it would get better, that new management always means some chaos. Instead, it got worse and then, out of the blue, a layoff.
Reduction in Force. RIF. I keep having flashes of myself on a surf board for some reason, but I think that’s a rip tide. So here I am, riding my own RIF tide. I’ve applied for a lot of jobs in my field of expertise. I can’t say I’m very excited about getting most of them, but they would pay the bills.
I’ve also applied for some writing gigs. Part time, random time, any time sorts of things that probably won’t pay the bills. But they make me happy just to think of doing them.
So what if we took on a boarder and cut our expenses? Cashed out my retirement and paid off bills? What if we lived off unemployment for a while and I just…write?
What if’s are the dreams that we dare to speak out loud.