What do you call a crisis in your 30’s? It’s a little past a quarter-life crisis, but not quite a mid-life crisis. Let’s call it a mid-quarter crisis.
(All photos feature last season’s GabiFresh bikini from Swimsuits For All.)
I worked in the same industry for 10 years, with 7 of those years with the same company.
I thought I would continue working there for at least 3 more years – there’s a 10 year benefit I had my eye on. I was let go a little over a week ago. There were a number of contributing factors, from my health to my “new” boss and I never really getting along, but it was still completely out of the blue and unexpected.
Luckily, I still work for the lovely Dia&Co, and I was able to up my hours with them to cover my monthly expenses. Unluckily, I live in America, so right now I don’t have health insurance. Therefore, I am still looking for a new full time position. However, I plan to fully take advantage of this time.
Working for Dia&Co means working from home.
Working from home affords me a beautiful luxury I’m not used to: Time. I have worked full time for 12 years straight. Sure, for several years it was evening shifts, but it was still full time, which meant extremely limited time to myself. Working full time also meant being too fatigued to do anything once I had a day off, or got home from work.
I’ve registered for a college class.
I haven’t taken a class in 13 years. I have meant to go back to school for years, at least four. I know exactly what degree I want and how to get it. I have the university of my dreams’ course catalog in my nightstand. I was just stuck in the safety of my full time job. Now that I’ve been jolted out, I can’t believe I lost so much time.
So – here’s to time.
Here’s to the time to finally take my brand new tripod out of the box and use my brand new camera (I bought a year ago) to take the photos I’ve had in my head since I moved into this apartment complex. Here’s to taking that damn statistics class. Here’s to following my actual dreams, and not just my dream of security. Here’s to coffee on the patio. Here’s to breakfast at 11am. Here’s to Mid-Quarter Crises. May we all be so lucky to be so thrown out of our routine.