Long time no see blog land. It was my fault really...life got busy. Days blurred into weeks, blurred into months, etc. Things have changed and I am getting back to my roots - my passions (like writing).
I was recently laid off from my job as an insurance claims rep with a reputable insurance company. Anyone who's been laid off knows the shock and upset this can cause. Was it me? Did they not like me? Was I not a good worker? Sure these questions came to me but perhaps the most telling thing was not the questions, but the feelings. My first feeling after shock, once I realized what was happening, was relief. Odd feeling to have. Was I not happy? They were a good company and pay was the highest of my career so far. It's interesting how being busy can completely disconnect you from yourself. I had spent my time in insurance working hard, taking classes, and making connections as though this was my chosen career, but I had not really stopped to decide whether or not this is what I wanted. Turns out that insurance really isn't the best field for creative, sensitive, artsy sorts. Wierd. My transitional career coach looks at my personality test results and values and then looks up at me inquisitively, "uh...how exactly did you end up in insurance?" "My folks are in insurance" I reply meekly. "Ah" she responds writing in her booklet.
Well I gave it the old college try but she's right. That type of work is soul crushing for my kind over time. Now it's time to make new choices and work towards new goals which requires thinking. Netflix does not require thinking. Netflix is my frenemy. It makes me so happy but its siren call sucks me in and seduces me into hour after hour of shows. Over the next little while I plan on writing about some of the books, movies and TV shows that have distracted me from the thinking I should be doing. Don't worry, I am thinking for at least the 15 seconds Netflix allows me between episodes. I promise.
I was recently laid off from my job as an insurance claims rep with a reputable insurance company. Anyone who's been laid off knows the shock and upset this can cause. Was it me? Did they not like me? Was I not a good worker? Sure these questions came to me but perhaps the most telling thing was not the questions, but the feelings. My first feeling after shock, once I realized what was happening, was relief. Odd feeling to have. Was I not happy? They were a good company and pay was the highest of my career so far. It's interesting how being busy can completely disconnect you from yourself. I had spent my time in insurance working hard, taking classes, and making connections as though this was my chosen career, but I had not really stopped to decide whether or not this is what I wanted. Turns out that insurance really isn't the best field for creative, sensitive, artsy sorts. Wierd. My transitional career coach looks at my personality test results and values and then looks up at me inquisitively, "uh...how exactly did you end up in insurance?" "My folks are in insurance" I reply meekly. "Ah" she responds writing in her booklet.
Well I gave it the old college try but she's right. That type of work is soul crushing for my kind over time. Now it's time to make new choices and work towards new goals which requires thinking. Netflix does not require thinking. Netflix is my frenemy. It makes me so happy but its siren call sucks me in and seduces me into hour after hour of shows. Over the next little while I plan on writing about some of the books, movies and TV shows that have distracted me from the thinking I should be doing. Don't worry, I am thinking for at least the 15 seconds Netflix allows me between episodes. I promise.
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