As you may have noticed, I disappeared in the last month or so. There was a major snowstorm in our area which resulted in our home losing power and heat for a week, as well as a small tree falling against our neighbor’s house. Hubby and I tried to stick it out at home, but it was freakin’ cold, so we shuffled around hotels. When the power came back on, the furnace didn’t work, and it took a few days to get it to work. And, oh yeah, I hurt my back shoveling snow.
After the snowstorm debacle, we left town for a pre-booked, much-needed vacation. It was a whirlwind trip as we flew around visiting friends and family, then finally spent a couple of glorious days at a warm, sunny corner of the world. When we returned to town, I thought I would also return to my normal routine.
Instead, I lost my job. At least the boss waited until after my birthday. Happy Thanksgiving!
It’s been a hell of a year. It would be easy to give up, to tuck myself into bed and not get out for the rest of the year. In fact, the day I lost my job, I sat in my car in the driveway thinking, “Do I really want to tempt fate by going to the grocery store? With the way things are going, I’ll get into a fender bender on the way there!”
I tempted fate, and I continue to tempt it. I get out of bed early each morning and I stay busy all day. I view this time in my life as an opportunity to refocus and reorganize, literally and figuratively. I’ve used the last couple of weeks to clear my head, to clean out and organize my house, and to do things I haven’t had time or energy to do in, oh, years. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the overwhelming support I’ve received from friends and family, as well as colleagues in my field. Their love and support has reminded me that there is so much more to life, and my life, then a job. (Hopefully I’ll remember that as the bills come due!)
Finally, I’ve returned to a steady diet and exercise routine. I’m doing yoga again, and I’m back at the gym several days per week. In fact, yesterday I did my best time ever on the treadmill–a mile in 10:34! And I’ve lost a total of 23 pounds since mid-July! I’m totally gonna turn into one of those “ladies who lunch” who spends all day in a velour tracksuit, going to the gym and flirting with the trainer. Just kidding.
Have you ever had a period of your life where it seemed like everything went wrong, or you had a big, unexpected shake up? How did you handle it? What’s your advice for other people going through a rough period or a major life change?