“Due to a department re-org, your position has been eliminated.”
HappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSadHappyorSad HappyorSadHappyorSad- This is what was going through my mind as the Monique from HR, handed me my severance package.
For almost two years I have been working as a part-time freelance writer- my total profits couldn’t buy me a Kindle, but I digress.
Coach pays my bills.
Three days of every week I work as product developer for Coach’s Wearbles department- that is until April 1st.
On April 1st, I will be free of the corporate bindings that have prevented me from becoming a money-in-the-bag freelance writer.
Here’s where the freaking out comes in: Was Coach really holding me back or do I lack the drive? How can I tell my friends and family that there will be no more discount bags? Coach is a big part of my NYC identity; who am I now? What’s for dinner? How can I be even more frugal without wanting to poke my own eyes out? How long will my savings last? What’s Dr. Oz talking about? Am I at risk for a heart attack? What am I gonna do about Health insurance? How can I make $100,000 a year and like what I do? If my future household income exceeds $250,000, will I become a republican? Just kidding.
Ultimately I have always been madly in love with change, but I get the jitters, and these questions rule my brain these days, which is why, despite baking two different kinds of cookies this weekend (desperate times), I cannot muster a post about food.
Thanks for providing an ear-or should I say a content scanning set of eyes?