Dear Layoff,
We’ve only just met, but I know it’s fate. You’re not at all what I expected, but in a weird way, you might be just what I’ve needed.
You have the capacity to hurt me and so many others like me (and really, you already have), but I appreciate you anyway. Whether you know it or not, you bring promise, opportunity, and my favorite: freedom.
You’re giving me time to rest, reflect, and recharge. I may not completely understand you, but I’m realizing you’re giving me time to get to know myself, to understand what I want out of work, what I want out of life.
Admittedly, I was ashamed of you at first. (I’m sure you get that a lot.) I thought you were defining me, my career. Stripping me of my value and my accomplishments. But you don’t have that power, do you? Nor do you care that much. No. You’re a political player and I, your pretty pawn. I’m coming to realize your game isn’t personal, and I love you for that.
You’re giving me independence, a nudge out of the nest if you will.
In fact, the view is great from out here.
I can’t wait to see where I land.
Love,
Lauren