The last time I dealt with two major life changes at once, the layoff followed my dad's death. Nobody died this time.
The job was a bad fit from the beginning — bad enough that I didn't even update my LinkedIn profile. I truly wasn't sure how long I would stay, but decided that I would do it for the check.
My husband joked that I lasted longer than he thought I would.
I'm still thinking about what's next.
Medium term: there's a pandemic-delayed 10th anniversary / 45th birthday trip to Paris, and a celebration of my uncle's 80th birthday later this spring.
Longer term? I have absolutely no clue. I'll probably return to some form of freelance work. I might experiment with content creation, or launch a product. Or maybe I'll pivot into something else entirely. I'm just grateful and relieved that we have the time and money to figure it out.