I’m coming up on three years of being unemployed now.
Now, I will admit there are a couple of asterisks attached to that statement. I did a three-week temp job riding public transportation for a consulting firm. I’ve also done a little freelance wordsmithing (business letters and the like) for a couple of friends who needed such things done. And from August 2009 until last month, I was spending several hours a day caring for a severely disabled child. But still, I haven’t had semi-permanent, full-time employment since just after Lehman Brothers went splat. (Probably not coincidental.)
All that time NOT spent on a 9-5 or similar schedule has been rough on me. I’m someone that needs to be busy — even if I’m doing nothing much, it needs to be a “doing nothing much” that keeps me focused and occupied. (Prayer isn’t a problem; that’s “doing something,” and I have to be focused so I don’t miss what God might say. But no silent meditation for me, thanks.) Which means that I end up finding things to fill the time, but without the requirements of a job, filling the time can end up meaning looking at funny captions on pictures of cats for two hours at a clip. And that sort of thing was beginning to happen more and more.
Clearly, I needed to get myself on a schedule.