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So you're reading this post, huh?
The overwhelmingly bleak title didn't dissuade you from clicking through?
The overwhelmingly bleak title didn't dissuade you from clicking through?
Today is my last day of work, again.
This feeling of "the great unknown" is becoming a regular feature in my life (after previously being unemployed from November 2011-May 2012) and I'm not one hundred percent sure I am equipped to deal with a second go-round of unemployment. For the purposes of clarity, I should note that the job I began in May at an education start-up was described as a summer job with the potential of continued employment after August.
Well, it didn't turn out that way. The money wasn't there.
Perhaps I should have braced myself.
Perhaps I should have done more.
Perhaps I shouldn't have taken the job at all.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
Friends, family, those who have randomly stumbled upon this post: I feel lost, again.
In the past three months, I had seen my life transition back to what I knew to be normal: getting up and dressed in the morning, riding the bus to work, using my professional skill set, thinking critically and passionately about something again. I felt whole. I took pride in being 'Ashley' once more.
Having glimpsed employed life for the first time in nearly a year, I was starting to feel like my old self again.
Having that feeling revoked now, I feel like a failure, again.
I don't not entirely sure why I chose to write this, to share these intimate and vulnerable feelings with you all, especially when this blog is primarily focused on light-hearted topics like decor and DIY projects.
Devoting time to write about my unemployment, though, somehow legitimizes my feelings.
It gives me some comfort that 'again' doesn't necessarily mean 'forever'.






























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