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Chin up. Chin up.

Day 1 - Unemployment.

It's interesting the things we go through in life. I'm certainly not alone in the world right now. Everyone knows we've got a 16 year high in unemployment - and it's hitting people everywhere. But this is me and my life - so that 16 year high becomes a bit more personal.

The truth is, I feel like I handled the first day of transition rather well. I don't have anger in me...this is no one's fault. I don't feel bad for myself...that does nothing but waste time. I'm reaching out to people and trying to figure out how I can take this challenge to a better place...how I can make this situation work for me.

I filed for unemployment immediately. Then I did something else...I took out my resume and started writing...and I made contact with the people I know. I've had great response...and it gives me hope that no matter what happens I'll be okay.

So, I guess thats the mindset I'm adopting permanently. Whatever happens, I will be ok.

I think it helps that I love people. I love the people I know. I have a sense of being able to count on the people around me. I trust that I give my best in return.

Mean spirited behavior does nothing but burn bridges, and end friendships, and take for granted the positives that exist everywhere.

So here's to today. Resume writing. Making connections. And keeping my chin high in the air.

Cheers!
Yogi teabag quote of the day: "To learn, read. To know, write. To master, teach."

I'm going to try to do a little of each today!

Comments

Queen Mama Mia said…
Dear Chin up: So sorry to hear of your news. You are so talented and worthy I am totally sure you will have a new door to open, in spite of the double digit unemployment rate. Your doing all the necessary things to insure that happens. In my experience, the new door was always better than the door I left. Keep the faith!
Pavitra said…
I am so glad you are doing good. I was in shock when I read your FB status. I thought they may end up hiring a fresh designer.

Oh well!!!

To get to great times in your life, you have to go through really tough ones.
Nick James said…
It kills me to have my big sis in an unfortunate situation. You know if there were more I could do, I would do it in a heartbeat. Just remember what OUR songs says- YOU ARE LOVED.
Lindy Loo said…
Awww shit lady! I'm really sorry to hear that. =S I must buy you a drink sometime soon.
cdefrank said…
Speaking of connections...we should go to another AIGA meeting soon. Maybe they will have an Easter event and we can bring some colored eggs to share? (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

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