Two full months of funemployment and let me tell you what I accomplished:
Well, see, I had a lot of good intentions. I did! I really had like, this phenomenal roadmap planned out for serious life enrichment shit. Like, walking, meditating, meal prepping, journaling, creating art, sewing, sending hand written cards…I was ready to grab life by the balls and make it my spiritual bitch. Sounds weird, but if you know me, sounds about right.
Well, I did some of that stuff. I wrote some cards, that was fun. I dabbled in a little reading… I didn’t finish anything. I *DID* manage to binge watch all of Game of Thrones and Jane the Virgin (thanks Rachel!) which felt like a pretty major accomplishment. I went on some walks. I journaled a smidge. I even made ideas about the art I thought about creating. I didn’t meal prep, I didn’t clean (much to my partner’s chagrin). I managed an impromptu trip to Chicago to road trip back down to Florida with my best friend soulmate, with a quick stop in Nashville which was probably the highlight of my funemployment.
I think the most valuable thing I learned about all of this is how CRAZY we are about working. I would have never had an opportunity to stop and do NOTHING if I hadn’t lost my job! Two full months of leisure! I’m not made of money, but I read some books, saw some movies, spent time with friends, got a Class Pass and tried new gyms…I did some things that I could do when I work but maybe wouldn’t have. Or just would haven’t enjoyed it as much because it would have been sandwiched between whatever other banal tasks were waiting for me, like cleaning the toilet or flossing my teeth. Why are we so fucking bad at leisure???
Now, I don’t have kids and I was lucky enough to have a decent financial situation when unemployment hit, so I am not going to go around advising people to lose their jobs. But I’m just gonna say that maybe unemployment was one of the best things that could have happened to me in a while. A moderately anxious person who likes to control things and know what every next step is–had to slow down and appreciate the game. And I didn’t have to plan soul enriching bullshit like some kind of spiritual colonic. I just had to hang out and read some magazines. Well played, life.