The time in my life is perpetually spare. Unemployment has, for the most part, given me a chance to pursue the valuable activities of job searching, networking and reconstructing my sanity.
I view this period as an opportunity to collect and restore the items that have become the deferred maintenance of my life. Time doesn’t seem wasted nearly as much as it was before.
I’m managing to backfill promises I’ve meant to keep to friends, family and to myself. Thank you notes are getting written. I’m helping to clean around my apartment and the homes of family members. And I’m taking pleasure in being the envy of my friends for tackling my unread book collection, unnecessarily drinking more coffee and ignoring the constraints of personal hygiene.
Comforting activities that are, unfortunately, serving to overlay and obscure the obvious employment gap between me and the earning public.
