Unemployment: The beginning

Looking back, brings a smile to my face.  One of those moments when I feel I had a funny joke played on me.  Ahh, there I was sitting on the phone coaching a client who was fearfully facing impending unemployment, supporting her in finding her own courage and true beliefs, and realizing how the job really did not define who she was as a person.  Blah blah blah.

It seems now like a dizzy blur of events landed me in a life situation somewhat close to hers, yet without the safety net of unemployment she had to  draw upon.  My first belief was that I was defiantly far worse than she was!  Oh yeah I had her beat!

Sometimes it just feels good to go down that painful spiral of feeling absolutely worse off than anyone else I know.   I am certainly not going to deny myself the sense of fully feeling those feelings of being a big fat looser!  I did not!  I went with it, and consciously chose to dress accordingly.  I picked out my favorite sweat pants, my most comfortable hoody, and tied it altogether with two pair of socks and slipped a pair of booty’s over those!  Ahh, this unemployed girl was going to dress for the occasion.  I grabbed a box of kleenex, and the remote control and spent a few days lounging on the couch, crying my eyes out.

After two days of that, I started to want to feel better, so I decided that from now on, every time a negative thought such as “oh my god I could be homeless” came up I would start to ask myself questions about it.  Like, what exactly is “homelessness”.  What would that look like?  What would i absolutely need to or want to have if I were a homeless person?  Where would I like to be if I were without a home?  Here in the mid west is not exactly the ideal place to be homeless, especially when winter hits!  Yikes, so I decided if I were going to be homeless, I would really like to try to make it to a warmer climate.  I even began to wonder if I could make it to one of those sweet Hawaiian islands where I hear the hippies live and camp out and are happy.

Hey, homelessness began to sound a little brighter to me, even perhaps more adventurous!

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