For the first time in my adult life, I am unemployed. Well, in the sense that I don't have a full-time job working for someone at the moment.
I was called in today and told it would be my last day - that my position was being eliminated. They just hired someone to raise money and they're going to have her do events as well. They're giving all the marketing and PR to an ad agency.
My work was complimented - including event planning, social media, and writing. I was hoping I'd have more time for those things now. There's so much potential in those areas for the museum it was an exciting proposition. But, it was not to be. At least not in this form.
I really liked this job and felt well-suited to it, so I'm sad about leaving. It's an amazing facility with dedicated people who do incredible work. I'm glad I got to be part of the team. Tomorrow would have been my two year anniversary.
Fortunately, I have a lot of freelance work that I've done and not yet been paid for, so that's good.
I'm oddly calm about it all. The universe has made it abundantly clear it's time to do something else. I've been thinking for a few months that I needed to consider what was next. I guess the universe decided to make it official. There must be something fabulous waiting for me just around the corner.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
I have always been a big proponent of honoring the past. I want to preserve buildings and other bits and pieces of history. It seems important to have those things around to help us remember the lessons learned in earlier times.
For the last few weeks I've been writing about some particular events in my own life. It's not a memoir, and I doubt I will ever publish it anywhere, which should be a relief to other people who are part of the stories. It's just a way for me to process some things and to look for common threads. I'm playing connect the dots, I suppose.
The thought that has continued to occur to me through this process is that the past doesn't always deserve honoring. Sometimes it might be best buried.
One of my mottos for living has always been, "Let it go. Let it be. Let it lie." I'm going against my own advice by not letting things lie. But I've been getting messages for a few months that I need to write these stories. I even had that repeated multiple times this past weekend at the writing workshop. So, I'm writing.
Perhaps there's a reason I don't yet understand. But I am not finding much worth honoring in this past - about me or anyone else involved. Perhaps time will reveal the reasons.
Posted by Patsy Terrell at 12:30 AM