A friend of mine recently asked how I’m managing in this gap-between-gigs period. Partly in response, partly because I felt like it, I started writing down what I call my “unemployment benefits”… a list of unexpected perks of not working. I thought when I finished them, they might be my next blog post. It included things like being able to go to the grocery store when it is practically empty, wearing pajamas at noon, taking long walks and happening upon a family of baby squirrels in an ancient tree trunk. Stuff like that. It’s pretty awesome.
But I’m also antsy. I don’t truly know how to relax. Although, last Sunday afternoon I did a pretty good job of it. The light rain outside and raw weather required a fire in the fireplace and a glass of sustenance (Cabernet). So I read poetry on the couch for a few hours, feeling very much like my cat Lucy (comfy, lazy, snug), who sat close beside me and purred. Our house guest from England thought she was in heaven — or at least very near home.
So, to answer my friend’s question, I think I’m doing just fine.
Oh, about that list of “benefits”… I decided not to finish it. Maybe that’s the whole point, the best perk of unemployment (or self-employment, if you will). I get to decide what deliverables I ship and what gets to slip.