A few months back, I was laid off from my job in high tech after 12 years with the same company. I didn't really grieve. I'd long since lost any enthusiasm for the job, and the knowledge that I was part of an mass lay-off kept me from taking it personally, but I did have to face the inevitable question of Now What?
Let me digress a bit. A lot of us go through life working to earn a living, but forgetting to live. That's what I'd been doing for the last decade. I was a working mother in a high-pressure job, and I seemed to be existing on some sort of high-speed autopilot. Get up, get girls ready for school, pack lunches, make breakfast, walk dog, clean up, dash out to work, get to office skim through 250 email that came in overnight (because the company was global and no one ever sleeps), spend 6 hours of the day in meetings, try to manage 5 different projects at once, dash home, make dinner, help with homework, get kids into bed, clean up kitchen, fall into bed, 6:00 am next morning, wake up - repeat.
So after years of this, I was actually looking forward to being laid off, in an odd sort of way. Which brings me to where I am today. Trying to figure out what to do when I grow up. Maybe you've felt this way too. If so, I invite you to come along for the ride. Maybe we can figure that out together.