We left the Florida Keys on June 19 and drove up to the Midwest. We packed up the dog, our golf clubs, and enough clothing for two weeks. Maybe I’m not a writer anymore.
I’ve spent enough time applying to jobs – enough. I’ve written example posts, and spent my time writing and rewriting my resume. I’m fighting that internal message that says, “I am not enough because I don’t do enough.” However, the outer world is confirming that message to me.
It’s hard to invest my energies into anything but the job search right now. I try to occupy my time with volunteer work. I don’t just want to throw myself into another job.
I’ve thrown myself into many jobs. 23, to be exact. I’ve worked 23 jobs. I’ve been an ice cream scooper, frozen yogurt maker, pie server, hostess and hostess and hostess, call center answerer, writer, mentor, tutor, researcher, teaching assistant, hostess and hostess and hostess, clothing store manager, administrative assistant, office manager, secretary, gopher of many hats, teacher, assistant teacher, case manager, educational interventionist, and counselor.