It’s the start of week two and I’m back to the future and working again. This morning my Ferris Bueller charm was off because the Golden Gate transit buses kept passing me by. When I finally got on my trusty and lovable 10, I had a nice window seat to look at Alcatraz below me. Nothing like a prison island to remind me of what unemployment felt like.
This weekend I had a barge of questions from my friends on my new job. A job that I do love — still learning the ropes — and will talk about soon but I’m not ready yet. The past three months forced me to spend so much time with myself that I vowed that I would never let myself be only my job again. Granted it’s only day four on the job, and I truly love going everyday, but I was that person who you’d ask her what she did and she could only talk about her job and the hobbies related to her job. Not that she was that bad of a person but she was so focused on the future that the present day living was passing her by.
I talked before how from elementary school and on I had my list of things I wanted to accomplish and do. Unfortunately for me the list got in the way of actually living my life. When I got laid off from my former job I had to face myself and accept me for who I was — whether or not my six year old or even eighteen year old self would like me at this point. It didn’t matter anymore. I was the me I had made and I was the one living in my head.
Maybe I’m taking the wrong road by not taking about work enough but right now I want to enjoy learning the ropes and getting used to work again — with myself. I know I’ll open up soon to my friends and family soon. I am a talker. I always was. Talking will not be a problem, but right now I’m enjoying taking things day-by-day and watching Alcatraz below me instead of looking up at the Golden Gate bridge from the Rock at all the people going to work. I’m still figuring out the best balance to life and with that comes lessons — hopefully some lessons I won’t have to relearn.
