Nine months ago today I was unemployed. It was the day after my layoff and I refused to be scared. Life happens and I decided to do whatever it took to survive. It worked.
If you had asked me then the path to me today, or the person I am becoming, I would have been unamused. Seriously. I’d probably would have hit you in the arm and told you, “Kid, this is not a game and you are not helping.” Then I’d punch you again in the arm and walk away. For me, my path has been marked by amazing friends, multiple jobs with new learnings, and the start of rebuilding the me I had forgotten about. Nine months later and life is the same, but different. I’m different.
I stopped coming here because I felt this social consciousness of not being able to write here anymore. I started a contract job and I wanted to take time to focus on it. I won’t lie. I also stopped coming because I am extremely superstitious and neurotic. I get obsessed with patterns and didn’t want another variable to cause my universe to be come unhinged again. Creepy? Yes. At least I admit to it.
I’ve missed you blog. I’ve missed how we used to have long conversations about dried beans, peanut butter and my utter distaste for cereal. You never judged me. No, you merely let me talk. All the while I was with Mr. Unemployment, you were there for me. Steadfast and true, with your warm glow and your lovable typography; it wasn’t you. It was me. I’m back; for now at least. Did you miss me at all?
