Day Two Hundred and Fifteen
Becoming retrenched in 2012 is something that a lot of people react negatively towards. I can't begin to tell you the amount of people who have phoned me or messaged me, simply to say 'I'm so sorry. If you need anything, let me know."
They treat the lost of a job as seriously as the loss of a family member and I question why I'm not reacting the way I'm expected to - with anger, tears, disappointment, stress. But then I answer my own worries with the simple understanding of me.
I've never been one to stress about what tomorrow will bring.
If I don't have a job today, who knows where tomorrow will take me.
I've always been the kind of girl that takes every important fork in the road with a slight shrug and with acceptance of a new adventure.
I can understand a lot of people who get retrenched these days (and this number is growing) have families to feed and they enjoy the routine of an 8 hour job and that they may even need this structure within their lives in order for them to feel purpose.
My purpose is not being tied down to an 8 hour job - that's just one of the rides we have to take because we need to survive. It's survival - not purpose.
With my retrenchment, I have managed to spend more and more time with my family and that is something I will be able to hold onto forever because we live, we survive and we die and I don't want to know that I never enjoyed the most important things within my life. I don't want to stand alongside the grave of my mother or father and regret that I could have spent more time with them.
I've been given the chance to spend this time with them now. And I'm not looking back.
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They treat the lost of a job as seriously as the loss of a family member and I question why I'm not reacting the way I'm expected to - with anger, tears, disappointment, stress. But then I answer my own worries with the simple understanding of me.
I've never been one to stress about what tomorrow will bring.
If I don't have a job today, who knows where tomorrow will take me.
I've always been the kind of girl that takes every important fork in the road with a slight shrug and with acceptance of a new adventure.
I can understand a lot of people who get retrenched these days (and this number is growing) have families to feed and they enjoy the routine of an 8 hour job and that they may even need this structure within their lives in order for them to feel purpose.
My purpose is not being tied down to an 8 hour job - that's just one of the rides we have to take because we need to survive. It's survival - not purpose.
With my retrenchment, I have managed to spend more and more time with my family and that is something I will be able to hold onto forever because we live, we survive and we die and I don't want to know that I never enjoyed the most important things within my life. I don't want to stand alongside the grave of my mother or father and regret that I could have spent more time with them.
I've been given the chance to spend this time with them now. And I'm not looking back.
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| Morning routine of a health smoothie and a chat |
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| Went for a massage with my mother - Her Christmas pressie |
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| My Mom |
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| Getting my feet done |
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| My dad's 51st birthday |
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