The Next Step
When I was working, I lived by a very structured schedule. Wake up, buy an overpriced cup of caffeine, work from 9a to 9p (on a good day), go home, watch TV, rinse and repeat. Pretty much all of those activities have been eliminated, except for the structure. Now it goes a little something like this -- wake up, work out, make a cheap cup of coffee at home, check my email, do stuff until the kids come home from school, check my email, do more stuff with the kids, check my email, go to bed. To be honest, I’m not sure how much I miss about my former life, except for the two times a month where I actually believed that my commitment was appreciated. Insert joke here. For many people, losing their job means losing their identity and about six months into the 18 months I’ve been out of work, I definitely felt that way. But not anymore. I know there is a lot more to me than that itty bitty font on my business card. It took me a LONG time to figure that out, but then again, Jim Rome...