It’s a strange a week ahead. It’s my last week at a job that I have been at for just short of 6 years. I made a place for myself there. It was comfortable, insulated, and I was doing things that I enjoyed. The week ahead will be filled with “last time” events. The weirdest part is that I have nothing lined up. Sure, I put in a a couple of resumes, but I doubt the depth of my interest in the jobs. When people ask what I plan on doing, I say easily “I don’t know.”
What bothers me is that “I don’t know” isn’t bothering me! I like to know where my next paycheck is coming from. No more than thirty days has ever elapsed between jobs. I’ll find something quick when I put my mind to it. Now though, I think the source of my paycheck is very important. It’s more than just putting roof overhead and food on the table. The job itself has to fill the spirit in some way. Yeah, that’s hokey, but it’s close to the truth.
What worries me now is what worries many people: What do I want to do? Ah the angst, the uncertainty. I feel like I should be in a French art house film. Set me down in a cafe and give me plenty of cigarettes and coffee. Suck the color from the world and the scene is complete. Most of the anxiety comes from the fact hat I have learned to do so many things over the past couple of decades. I learned things to survive. Know I have such a varied skill set, I am not sure what I should do.
Instead of jumping into the first job that comes available, I am going to take time to find the job that suites me. In between, I am going to take stock and assess my needs.
