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A minor change like losing your job shouldn't really make that much of a difference in your basic self.
And so it is. I've just learned this morning that I've lost my job.
Oh, wait. That's really not fair. That's over-dramatizing things. To be accurate - this morning I was officially told what I've been expecting for a while.
A loss of funding has changed the future of my organization, so that our operation will cease at the end of the current budget year, eliminating the jobs of all the current employees. Even if funding were to be restored, it wouldn't happen in time to justify the expense of keeping everyone on payroll.
My job is pretty cushy, pays well, and doesn't involve too much hard work. And, human nature being what it is, I bitched about it a lot. I often wondered what else I could do with my time that would be more enjoyable, but of course, I never bothered to figure that out.
So now I will just have to do that.
It's an opportunity, don't you think?
Which of life's transitions have become transformations for you?