Last year, right around this time, at the end of April, I was let go from my first job in New York City. I had been there a year, and while being let go is always a possibility, especially in this day and age, it felt like someone had ripped a rug out from underneath me.
All of the sudden I had long days to myself. I went home to Long Island more often, took walks on the beach with Tom, spent time with my mom, and tried to make the most of the new “free time” I had. Every other moment was spent searching for jobs and reaching out to friends and contacts to see if they knew of any openings.
There were times where I felt so low, mentally preparing myself for the day that I’d have to pack up and move back home to Long Island, with my tail between my legs. One such low time, I went for a walk down to the water. I will never forget it, because it was one of the worst days. I couldn’t get myself to think positively or look at the bright side of the situation. So I walked and walked and walked. I watched parents playing with their kids, dogs happily trotting along with their owners, older couples walking hand in hand. I felt disconnected from it all though, heavy inside. I watched the most beautiful sunset. And then, as I turned to walk back home, I felt a bit of buoyancy, a lightness surface within me. And by the time I got home, I felt better. Turns out one of the best remedies in life is a good long walk.
I ended up getting a job at Marie Claire a few weeks later, and everything turned out ok. But I won’t ever forget those in-between feelings, and the fact that life just doesn’t make sense a lot of the time. It isn’t fair and it throws us curveballs that jolt us out of our routines. But sometimes being jolted out of our routines ends up being a good thing. Through it all, I didn’t give up searching, despite my down moments. I had lost a job, but I was, overall, fine. People lose jobs all the time. I was going to survive. And I did. So here’s a throwback to the post I wrote last year when I was going through all of this. I hope it provides some sort of comfort if you are in a similar situation, or if you just feel a bit overwhelmed with it all.
Cheers to not just surviving, but thriving!
Photograph by Tom Schelling.