I never thought I would ever get laid off.
Perhaps it’s a case of personal fable, where I thought I was immune to anything bad happening to me, including losing my job.
A sudden life change brings on a mix of emotions and feelings: fear, anxiety, excitement, self-doubt, sadness, embarrassment, anger … the list goes on.
It’s been a roller coaster of a ride, and it hasn’t even been two weeks since it happened. But I have to say, I have a feeling this may be a blessing in disguise.
The hardest part for me (aside from missing the wonderful people I worked with) is adjusting to this new schedule that’s, well, not jam-packed.
For the past three years, I worked my ass off at my job. If I wasn’t at the office, I was out and about attending work-related events and networking, or at home obsessively checking my email or my work Facebook page to see how my content was performing. Almost everything I did was for work, and not for me.
Work quickly defined me — I took pride in telling new people what I did for a living, my social media bios highlighted my job title, and I became known as that editor from that publication.
And I know I’m not the only one who’s like this. But it’s made me realize, who am I once I take that job title away? How would I define myself, outside of work?
So this, everyone, is what I’m trying to figure out now. I’m taking a much-needed break (at least for a little bit, while I can) to explore who I am, outside of my career.
I’m taking the time to do things I actually love, including playing in the really cool band I’m in (more on that later), getting healthy physically and mentally, and of course, creating content, because at the end of the day, creating and writing is what I really love to do, and I still want to keep at it … just on my own terms.
This will definitely be an interesting journey, and it for sure won’t be easy, but I have a feeling it will be well worth it.