This post wrote itself. Not literally, of course. I, me, the person who is at the keyboard did the work. The central idea, however, was ready made.
I was let go from my job today.
Third time in three years. I must say, it is a song and dance I am mighty sick of doing. The timing is never good, but it is absolutely horrible for me right here and now. I am quite short in a key resource, and the steady paycheck was necessity not nicety; no fat margins for me. Hell, no real margin at all.
I say "was". Reality? It is a necessity, a fact driven home to me when I sat down to take stock. The stock, sad to say, was a bit thin.
I don't know what the next step may be. I've been an architect all of my adult life. This is the sixth time in that span that I have been laid off. You might think the universe is trying to tell me something. The problem, the crux of this dilemma, is that I really don't know what to do next.
That's a hell of a thing for someone who is trained as a professional problem solver.
Where now? And did you know that, coincidentally, I began blogging three years and a day ago? Interesting. Trivial. Useless, maybe, as a fact. But interesting.
Where do I go now? I don't know. I just don't know. I'm fleeing axefalls and running headlong into impossibilities. It's going to take some magic.