I am a workaholic and drive my husband crazy with my high energy. It is strange not having a “job” to drive through traffic for. However, Friday comes and upon awakening, there is no “thank God it is Friday”. Instead, as I push the dogs of the bed, there is relief. No end of the week joy, that thank goodness it is almost the weekend, followed by the stress of wondering if I will get all my home chores done by Sunday evening. No vacation, followed by wishing life could still remain in vacation mode.
The mares still demand feeding by 7am, but being a morning person, that is not an issue. Last night the dogs curled up with me and were restless with the blowing wind and the howling coyotes. None of us slept well, but, no panic that I did not get enough sleep. Now there is always the restorative nap. 7.30 brings writing time, not stuck in traffic time. Job offers and recommendations are already coming in, but is that where my future lies?
Now for a bit of irony. My mother was a white witch, as she liked to call herself. She could often foretell the future. In my younger days I was pretty good at it. My stockbroker clients would marvel at how I could pick winners. My women’s intuition always stood me in good sted. Odd, that I did not see this layoff coming. Looking back, there were signs. More on that later.
At my former job, it was routine to take a break and go for a walk instead of going out to lunch. Usually a friend would join and we would solve all the problems of the world. One walking companion moved out of state, one went free-lance, one moved on to a better job and career. We joked about how our walks ended up with their leaving and who would be my next companion on the daily outing. The next person destined by fate to leave. I walked alone, and about a week before my layoff, I marveled at that.
Self Employed Again 