Today is the first day of my unemployment. Last week I was laid off from my job at the Museum of the Rockies, and this week I am beginning my new job of finding a job. I'm also beginning what I am going to call my walkabout. (Many thanks to the Australian tourism TV commercial and possible the movie, Australia, for the inspiration for this identifying phrase.) Walkabout is a more concise and poetic description of the path on which I find myself. What do I want to be when I grow up?
So today I filed for unemployment, spent some time online looking a job sites, and cleaned off the kitchen counters. Tomorrow I'll look for more job opportunities, research going back to school, and organize the bathroom closet. Now I have no excuse, really, to put off being what I need to be, or do what I need to be doing. I get a do-over. I get to reinvent. I'm excited, and I scared to death.
