Well friends, I am officially on the most spontaneous trip of my life. Spontaneous, meaning, I booked plane tickets on Friday afternoon and hopped on the plane at the crack of dawn on Saturday. I threw caution to the wind, because I had nowhere to be on Monday morning and I am free to do whatever I want, wherever I want. (As long as it fits in my extremely tiny budget.)
Let me back up a bit.
About two weeks ago, I got some pretty unwelcome news – I was laid off from my job. It was due to the state of the business, wholly unrelated to my performance… and yet, it’s been difficult not to take it personally.
I’ve been avoiding writing about it, even though I have been wanting to get my thoughts out of my head and into words. I knew that it would be amazingly cathartic, a good way to preserve my feelings and thoughts in this moment – and maybe even comforting to others going through the same thing. But because it still caused a twinge of (unwarranted yet unavoidable) embarrassment, I kept putting it off. Hitting “publish” on this post will be very difficult. In this age of curated digital lives, it’s tough – but increasingly important – to talk about the not-so-great times.
It happened two weeks ago, and I don’t think I’ve even fully accepted it. It happened two weeks ago, and it sort of feels like I’m just on a long vacation. I still can’t even formulate the words without cringing. The sentence feels so uncomfortable, unnatural, like it doesn’t fit. I. Lost. My. Job.
I have been receiving the most compassionate outpouring of support from old colleagues, friends and relatives. It’s lifted my spirits in ways that I can’t even explain. I find myself clinging to their kind words, their offers of support, their amazing job opportunities – signs that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
To be honest, this probably is a good thing. My work-life balance had been out of whack for quite some time. I was literally beginning to lose hair (and sanity, probably) due to the stress. I am ready for a new adventure, a new challenge, new learning opportunities. A more healthy relationship with my work.
The universe has a funny way of making things happen, doesn’t it? Time heals all things, everything happens for a reason, it’ll all shake out… all of these clichés just keep proving themselves to be true in my life and in the lives of people around me. I look back on events that seemed utterly catastrophic at the time and constantly feel shocked because most everything really did work out for the best. It was just tough to have that perspective at the time.
Hindsight is 20/20. I’m trying to improve my vision and perspective for the future by learning from the past.
Time heals all things. Everything happens for a reason. It’ll all shake out.