I was made redundant two months ago now.
And, as of the time of writing, I haven’t yet looked for anything else. Not because I’m never going to work again, but because I’m enjoying this little, well, pause in my working life. It’s tipping the scale of the work-life balance way over to the life side – that side having been seriously lacking for a while.
But there are still people out there who look at me with pity. And those who express, with some force, that I must surely be bored. That I must be just sitting at home and rocking like a Romanian orphan.
I’m not. I’m doing things that I enjoy. I’m doing this around the house. I am just doing things. I’m not bored. I haven’t really had time to be bored, such is the opportunity to do things. It’s not like when you were a kid and the six week holidays had nothing in them to hold your interest after about week four.
This is adulthood, where you can find things to do everywhere.
And even where you can hunt out new ways to do the things you already did – for example, I’m cooking – which I love – with ingredients I have never cooked with before. Just because I can. Because I have the time and opportunity to mess about with stuff that work me would have dismissed as not being “safe”, i.e. a known quantity. It’s pretty exciting, actually, to flick through a recipe book and not be bound by working hours when it comes to prep and cooking times.
If anything, the fact that you think I should be bored is more of a reflection on you than on me. What you’re actually saying, while you’re vehemently insisting that I must be longing for something to do, is that you’re not entirely sure if you can function outside of a work environment. I guess, in a way, it’s like you have Stockholm Syndrome towards your employers. You can’t imagine a world without them in it, telling you what to do and when to do it and rewarding you for a job well done.
I know work will come again. I know this pause won’t last forever, but I’m making the most of it while it’s here.
And I’m certainly not bored…