In 2000 I was laid off from probably the best job I ever had. I was the managing editor for a magazine for teenage girls. This was on the heels of Sassy Magazine (raise your hand if you remember Sassy), but long before Cosmo Girl, Teen People and Teen Vogue. Our tagline was “For Girls Who Dare to Be Real,” and our goal was to empower girls, encourage them to buck the trends and ignore peer pressure. We were ahead of the curve on that one. And while we had a huge readership, it was mostly subscription based (not newsstand driven) so the company I worked for decided to fold the publication because it didn’t make enough financial sense to them. We were devastated. Not only did we really felt we were doing something great (we were), but our bosses were incredible—from the publishers down to the editor in chief.
During the four months between getting laid off and finding a new job, I was miserable. I had no idea what to do with myself during the day. Although I had some freelance work, I felt lost and sort of useless. I gained weight and ended up getting the worst haircut of my life (pro tip: never try a drastic hair cut when you’re mildly depressed), which just made me feel worse. As soon as I was offered a new job, I was ecstatic.
Now? I have to admit, I’ve been enjoying being at home.
Like, really enjoying being home.
Not to the point that I’m never going to look for another job, but this has been such an incredible couple of months. For the first time in years I feel rested, relaxed and clear headed. I’ve been sleeping better than I have in I don’t know how long, and I’ve had more than a handful of people tell me that I look younger (sleep and considerably less stress will do that for you).
My mornings are spend sitting out back with the dogs, listening to the fountain burble as I catch up on industry news, do my job search and read blogs and do homework. My afternoons have been spent doing yoga and maybe more homework. At night, Bill is home and our time together is no longer dominated by me bitching and crying about work.
I know the difference is that in 2000 I was practically dragged out kicking and screaming, and this time I had been kicked enough and screamed at more than I thought was appropriate.
I’ve had some interviews and I think they’ve gone well (fingers crossed), but I’m also preparing to start freelancing (know anyone who needs a writer and/or editor? I’m your girl!), and teaching yoga (finally). I’m going to set up a separate website for my yoga stuff but in the meantime I did create a Facebook page (The Modern Yogini), although I’ve been too chicken shit to promote the damn thing (FAIL). I even did some career coaching with Alli Worthington, which is exciting.
It’s a new month, almost a new season and definitely a new me. Now I’m ready to move on and move up.