Back in November, I walked out of my job. The plan was to take some time off over Christmas and then focus on New Year, new me. It turns out that the job market isn’t what I though it was, or maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was, and so here were are ticking towards March and still no job on the horizon.
I have spent my time talking to pretty much every recruitment agency in town and talking to anyone and everyone in my network to try and get my name and availability out on the street, but all to no avail.
It hurts. Feeling as if no-one wants you and that you are not adding value when all you want to do is your job that you happen to think you are pretty good at, but you have to keep your chin up and keep searching and believing that something is out there.
I have been trying to do all of the things that I dreamed of while sitting at my desk in employment but couldn’t due to lack of time. I have been running, looking after myself a little better and, now that it is a little warmer, I have been out again with my camera.
I am hoping that the rebirth of spring is a good metaphor for me, that the shoots of new life are starting to burst through and flower and that a job is just around the corner. I thought that 2019 would be my year, there is time yet!