...nothing blog-worthy has happened.
Hence, my total lack of blogging lately.
I haven'te felt inspired to share my wit with anyone (because I'm so witty).
Apologies all around.
I'm in a funk, I think. This whole not-going-to-have-my-job after June 30th is really getting me down. Add to that the fact that it's STILL winter (despite the near 60 degree temps that are forecast for tomorrow), and the fact that I still need to lost 30 pounds (and am seriously lacking the motivation to do so)...and well, you've got a funk.
I keep thinking of posts to write about my job....but as I start to write them in my head, it just sounds as if I'm throwing a big pity party for myself and that's just not right.
Yes, it sucks that my job is going away because of stupid budget cuts.
Yes, people keep saying "oh that's so not fair"...tell me something I don't know.
But I think what is really bothering me is this: it feels like an epic failure in my book. Here I am, 36 years old (as of Thursday) and I am going to once again be unemployed. No job. And, no career.
Yeah, that's right....there's the rub: No career.
That's what is making this so much worse.
I don't have a career.
Right now I have a job....but it's not a career.
And yes, there is a difference -- at least in my mind.
I have friends who have "careers" -- lawyers, teachers, journalists....things they have chosen as their career path and STUCK WITH.
Me? Let's see...I've been a newspaper reporter, an association executive, a college instructor and now an editor. Nope, no career path there. I tried to get on the path to a career -- twice. First it was working as a reporter...which was OK if you eliminated the editor, assistant editor and location of the job. Next, I went to law school...which would have been great had I been able to actually PASS the bar exam.
And so here I am....with a collection of jobs on my resume...but no career.
It might not seem like such a big deal to others...but to me, it is a big deal. Ugh. Anyway...I've vented and now I'm going to stop before people start to think I'm feeling sorry for myself. I'm not....I'm just pissed off.