To Work or Not to Work

Everyone else saw it coming, but I didn't. I was told by friends and family that I would eventually work again. I didn't believe them. Why would I? I have not turned in a resume in two months, nor made any efforts at ingratiating myself toward potential employers or connections. I thought I was doing just fine without a steady income, occasionally freelancing, occasionally collecting a free lunch from a satisfied organization that appreciated my free work.

Well, the day came, just a couple days back, when I was presented with not one, but two offers to become a member of the working world. One would have me teaching English in a high school. The other would have me in a non-profit whose mission I adore. And get this: on the same day, I got a call from another place who had received a resume back when I was not considering the benefits of remaining in the peripery of wage-earners. They wanted to take me on contract for about nine months.

Here I am. Momentarily unemployed, it seems, and with a choice of work. Suddenly, I'm feeling very exposed, very vulnerable, very anxious. Working again means that I sacrifice all the pleasant hours I've spent obsessing over healing facemasks and strange exercise techniques. I will have to give up the languorous walks with the dog in the mid-afternoon, the spontaneous visits with my husband at his work, the ability to be a lady who lunches without being an obnoxious prat who wastes all her husband's money on unnecessary fashion that no one would appreciate anyway because I spend most of my days in my own little world, sometimes forcing a collision with others.

I guess I will probably work again. At that point, I'll have to amend the vision of this blog. There is always a time for change. Anyone have any thoughts about a good direction to pursue?