11 Days Later

Well, here I am, 11 days into my joblessness. I have been going back and forth on whether even to start blogging about my experience. In the end, I thought it might help someone else make the decision to make a change in their life -- or not. When your life is rolling along, without too much trouble, without an instigator, it is difficult to wake up one morning and just think you might be better off moving in a different direction. Or, make a conscious decision to stay where you are.

Walking out the door on my last day of work left me filled with emotions that hit me all at once: exhilaration, excitement, sadness, joy, elation and sheer fear.

I was thrilled to have these 11 days off from work. I have spent them pretty much doing things that I have simply put off or procrastinated about because I was just too tired or stressed when I was working. Really, just getting my life in order.

What is most daunting is getting through the day without a singular life purpose -- yet. The idea is to let that unfold through this time off. I knew it would be uncomfortable, and it is. It is a tug-of-war in my head between being grateful to have this time off and enjoy it and doing something productive to move towards my next career.