I’m conflicted. A couple of years ago, I was unemployed and just beginning to toy with the idea of returning to school. Then I buckled down, learned a new trade, and got myself a new job, because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? I mean, I do want to contribute to our household, and to society if I can. Especially now, when hubby and I are making serious plans about retirement in the not-so-distant future and the work it’s going to take to get to that day.
On the other hand, I can’t deny that I enjoyed that summer with no job. Once I moved past the depression of having lost my job, I mean. But, really, I could work out every day, any time I wanted. I could write, read, watch TV, go for a walk. Brian and I got to have dinner together every night, something that pretty much only happens on the weekends these days. Honestly, though I’m grateful to be working, there is a lot to be said for unemployment. If only I could figure out some way to pay my bills!
