Autumn was in full swing and the holidays were approaching. My husband and I were selling our house and had found a buyer. We soon fell in love with a house to buy and were excited to be moving forward with the plans we had started several years ago.
I was working from home, so I had sat down for another day laden with projects and account research. I opened my email to find a meeting scheduled very early with my supervisor and I swallowed hard. I knew what was coming and, unfortunately, I was right. After 10 years of working for this company, I was being laid off. I am still not sure what took over first, fear or anger. I spent 10 years working so much more than 40 hours a week. I thought I had proven myself as a valuable employee. How could this happen to me now? But there was no personal attack here. My supervisors had always shown their appreciation. This was just the trickle down effect of a big business dealing with recession.
After sufficent tears and panic had subsided, I started planning. I have severance, unemployment and a supportive family keeping me afloat. I realized that with the time off, I could spend the holidays with my kids instead of my laptop. I could pack up our house and have an organized move. I even have time to unpack once we move in. I soon realized that this was the best thing to happen to me. What started out as a nightmare could become the key to reaching my dreams.
So, here I sit, typing away at my first blog. Realizing how much I love to write and wanting to find a way to get back into it. This time, I will find a way to hunt down the job that I want. This time, I learned that even though circumstances may take what seems like a devastating turn, I can grab the wheel and steer myself in the right direction. And even if it’s been years since I poured my heart out on a page, there’s no reason why I can’t pick up where I left off.