It Would Be a Terrible Injustice to Wish for Anything More
I wrote this in Florence in March 2015, two weeks after leaving my job and two weeks into what my cousin called a mid-life crisis. I called it re-finding myself. What followed was two months of travel through Europe and Turkey, a move to New Zealand, and eventually this blog. This is where it started.
My cousin suggested I name my blog ‘mid-life crazy’, a reference to the apparent mid-life crisis that is underway. But I’d say it is less of a mid-life crisis and more of re-finding myself. It sounds much more poetic that way and I am in Europe after all.
Tomorrow marks the end of my first two weeks of unemployment. I went from workaholic to unemployed at 4:30 pm on Friday the 27th of February 2015. During my last week of work I was worried – worried that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without my job since that has been such a huge part of my identity for so long. Worried about money. Worried that the people who joked about my mid-life crisis might be right.
And now, after almost two weeks of unemployment and two weeks of traveling the US and Italy, I had to look at my iPhone to see what day of the week it was as I had no idea. What a lovely glorious feeling. I spent the greater part of the day walking around museums and galleries in Florence and I am physically exhausted but mentally alive. We walked by a wishing well today and I remarked that it would be a terrible injustice indeed for us to consider wishing for anything more.
