Not too long ago, my whole being snapped like a rubber band stretched too far.
I read one article too many about how “finding a job is a job”-probably written by somebody with a partner who agrees to carry on the “life” stuff: keeping the house clean, picking up the kids, washing the clothes, and planning the meals.
You know what?
That’s nonsense. I am not about to make looking for work a full-time job. I have come to the conclusion that I want my next job to be a part time job. Let’s see: I am a 50+ worker. I am aware time is not on my side. I have already had soul-depleting jobs that sucked up all my valuable time and energy. Why am I chasing another one?
I want meaning, balance and to enjoy life. Work, our relationship has got to change because it’s a different season in my life now. I want something else besides waking up at 5:30 to be at a place by 9 where I sit at the computer most of the day, never seeing the sky. Forget that. It’s not for me any more…answering to people who have no idea of my value as a person let alone as a worker. No more waiting for “retirement” to do things I enjoy doing.
So, I’m not accepting any more advice to do a job search six hours a day. I’ll do four or five instead… and go to the farmer’s market or a concert on Saturdays. The high intensity pace has gone on for too long. I am burned out and bummed out by the job search.