It's hard to believe that more than a week has passed since the great RIF. As I said the other day, it feels more real without the distractions I had before. I'm getting out of worry mode to an extent, but it's not natural. I've had some leads and screens, and two of them show some promise, I think. The job searching happens in bursts, by writing LinkedIn posts and hooking people up with contacts.
The larger context of what's going on in the world is an unwelcome burden. My response though has been to commit myself to helping people in whatever ways that I can. That has meant reviewing resumes and suggesting edits, and passing along leads that aren't for me to people who may be interested. I'm volunteering, which is a different kind of "job" that feels good. I am now and then writing a little code. Obviously, I'm also sharpening my pinball skills.
My biggest source of stress is financial, but not for any immediate risk. If we didn't have a mortgage for this McMansion, I could probably "soft retire," which is to say that I could do fun work and not have any real salary requirement. Medical is covered by Diana, so we're good there. I'm just waiting for things to settle so I can figure out how much runway I have. I was on a hot streak for stabilizing our long-term game, with the utmost discipline, and if I can keep that up for a few more years, it'll mean the difference between "adequate" and "very comfortable" when it's time to retire. I really don't even like that word, because honestly there's no universe where we sit around all day or take up golf or whatever. We'll always be doing something so as not to atrophy our bodies and brains.
I wish I could say that I had more energy for parenting, but I'm not there yet.
Right now, at this moment, my priority is getting "genius" on the NYT Spelling Bee.
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