It’s been nearly 3 weeks since my last post. You know, this post about how delicious pumpkins are grown. Where have I been?
I’ve been settling into my new job.
At the time of writing my last blog post, I was lost. I put up a brave front and buried myself in my Type-A coping mechanism of sending out as many job applications as possible. I did some freelance work (poorly) and mentally prepared myself for the long haul of unemployment.
No one lands a new job that fast after being laid off, right?
I hated being unemployed. I filled my days job hunting, running, and baking. I sent the spoils of my culinary exploits to work with Nightwolf, because they were so damn tempting. And the one thing I wanted to avoid during unemployment, with every fiber of my being, was a relapse of my eating disorder.
In that time, my bipolar disorder got a little out of hand. My self-care is heavily rooted in routine and my sense of self-worth. Both of those were shattered. I went back to therapy, despite my therapist having cleared me for a break weeks before because of massive progress.
Things were hard, but they’ve led me to something amazing.
2.5 weeks after getting laid off (and a handful of other interviews), I walked into [insert fun nickname for the company here] for an interview. Immediately after the first, I was moved along to the second.
I heard back from them about an hour after I left, asking me to come in the next day.
The following day, I had my third interview. I was sent right away to the fourth and final round. I was offered a job on the spot at my final interview. I accepted their offer just hours later. This wasn’t just “a job.” This was “the job.” I knew in my gut this was the next chapter of my career.
(Of all the companies I interviewed with, this was the only one that asked me to say the alphabet backwards, which is on my résumé. And I did it in all 4 interviews.)
Friends, things happen for a reason.
“Losing” my previous agency was horrible. I spent two and a half weeks feeling without purpose. I followed my career to Kansas City. My career allowed me to find myself. “Losing” that was had.
I miss my former co-workers and clients like crazy, but we can keep in touch. And now, I’m fortunate enough to take the multitudes of stuff they taught me to another top-notch organization.
I’m a member of a dynamic, welcoming, outstanding team. Everyone is incredibly talented, yet very welcoming of others’ expertise. The culture is so wonderful. My new job is a healthy blend of my comfort zone, and new challenges that will help me grow. And the work is incredibly fulfilling.
It honestly feels like the step up in my career I would have been afraid to pursue otherwise.
And it’s been a learning experience.
What have I learned from unemployment?
- Keep the faith. My darkest moments were the ones in which I gave up on or doubted God. He’s brought me to something better, and while it’s easy to doubt at times, He truly has blessed me.
- Let people in. I HATE relying on others. I’m typically independent to a fault. Letting others help me (financially, emotionally, mentally) was a requirement to getting through this. I also want to say thank you to:
- Nightwolf. He patiently dealt with a LOT of emotions. From anger, to scary fake-it-till-you-make-it- feigned happiness, to hysterical sobbing, he was a rock. I don’t have words for how wonderful he was and continues to be.
- Mama. I’m pretty sure she’s got some sort of voodoo magic. When she knew I needed something, it just happened. Care packages, financial help, a well-timed text message. Seriously, if you don’t fully appreciate your mama, you should. Mamas are awesome.
- Kourtney. She’s been my best friend since we were 5, and she continues to be the best friend a gal could ask for. I can’t even explain the ways she helped me through this “Charlie foxtrot.”
- Pastor Gabe. I hope he doesn’t mind a shout-out here. He was another one of those lifelines that kept me chugging along through this ordeal. He’s an absolutely wonderful friend, and a fantastic catalyst for God’s grace.
- Many others. You sanity-keepers, condolence-extenders, encouragement-offerers, and listeners. You’re the same friends and family who were among the first to congratulate me when I landed the new gig. And you’re the ones who are there even when I’m not in crisis. You’re kind of the best.
- It’s okay to not be okay. I say this to people all the time, but I hardly practice what I preach. It’s a big deal that I let Nightwolf touch me (let alone hold me) while I cried.
- Challenges make us stronger. I’ve learned this lesson multiple times throughout life, and while I “know” it well it can still feel like a shock to learn it all over again.
- There is always a bright side. Today at work, someone mentioned that he couldn’t imagine me being in a bad mood or having a bad day. That was touching to me, since I strive so hard to be a catalyst for positivity. Despite all that work, it’s only human to get discouraged at times. Even when things seem to be at their worse, there’s always a silver lining!
To say that’s all I’ve learned would be a bold-faced lie. But, I try to keep these ramblings under 1,000 words and I’m drawing dangerously close.
Here’s to a new chapter, a new adventure, and a few more files in my “Life Experiences” folder. Thank you, sincerely, to everyone who helped me through the tough times. It’s because of you that this has turned into such a positive life experiences.