When I began to emerge from my first unemployment-induced hermit state, a wise man counseled me.
“You aren’t going to find a job, Martha. By the sound of what you want to do and who you are, I believe you will have to make one.”
So far, he was right. This time I don’t have the formula down just yet, but it’s coming…
The first time around, I took a year off and lived large on my severance from SeaChange. My bucket list wasn’t financially frugal and I wasn’t used to living beneath the poverty level. Lessons learned:
- You don’t need stuff to be happy
- You do need to wake up refreshed rather than stiff and anxious – every day, not just weekends.
- Do what you love whatever the price because life is too short to expect a better time to do it.
The wise man also gave me names. He said talk to other people who are doing what they love and stay away from settling for tedium. I called local authors, weaseled my way into convincing the book store to let me hold a Holiday Book Fair. A ‘meet the authors and stock up for gifts’ affaire that was surprisingly well attended and successful.
That was fun. That was invigorating. That didn’t earn me a dime. I woke up refreshed for days. It also lead to managing the oil & vinegar store which was a dream job for anyone interested in food.
This time around, I have split my time in many directions. Finances are easier as I have learned to appreciate and enjoy living more frugally. I feel pregnant and ripe with possibilities and options. But six months into the nine of normal gestation, that feeling that life will never be the same again begins to take hold. There are little moments of fear and trepidation. The anecdote to that fear is belief in the patterns that changes brings.
I stretch my tentacles in many directions, not worrying about what the financial compensation will be and test the waters. The next perfect combination of learning to adapt and evolve is there if I can imagine it.