I’m writing this post at 14:49 on Saturday 23rd September 2017. Apparently the world is supposed to end today, but we’re all still here so maybe they were wrong again. (Wow, much shocked, very surprise.) I probably should have written this post earlier in the week and scheduled it, but I didn’t.
A year ago today, on Friday 23rd September 2016, I was made redundant.
This time last year I was called into my boss’ office, without the slightest idea what was coming, and packed my desk up, never return to that office again.
If I were to be more precise, this time last year, I’d already come home, cried, showered, panicked about the future, cried again, got into my PJs and eaten my weight in brownies. I’d never even considered redundancy. Especially not as a 23 year old who was less than a year into their first “proper” job after graduating. It absolutely turned my world upside down. I was almost out of my overdraft, we were talking about moving into our own flat, I was in the best routine with work/blog/life. Then, out of nowhere, everything was thrown into the air. I had no idea what to expect for the next week, let alone the next year.
I’ll hand it to myself, at first I took it in my stride. It was a good thing! A way to find something I was passionate about! The possibility of a fresh start! But, when Christmas came around and I had no money, it started to sink in how shit a situation it was.
I had no idea where life was going. All of a sudden I was back at square one – skint, living with parents, not knowing what to do with my life. Any job I applied for turned me down at the final hurdle because “the other candidate had slightly more experience, sorry”.
I ended up being without a job for 6 months.
A year later, and I’m in a job I absolutely adore, with new friends and new challenges. I’m planning new business ventures and I’ve just won an award for my blog. I’m out of my overdraft, I have *some* savings and we’re going to be moving into our own place in the new year.
Whilst I was jobless, it was hard to get excited about the future. I couldn’t make any solid plans. It was like there was a thick fog between me and any future I could have. Now, the fog has cleared and I can get excited again.
This time last year, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Now, I feel like I could fly.
So much can happen in a year. Remember that.
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