Next week I will be starting regular work again, after a break of almost six months.
Being made redundant is never a great experience. I had been at the same company for over thirty years and it took me a long time to understand my change. I went through all the emotions, from denial via anger to acceptance.
Then I realised that I had time. I did not have to rush and check my calendar incessantly. I had time to think and to catch up on reading. Time to learn something not directly connected to work, like doing a few courses on AI. I scanned and sorted old photos. I learned how to use our garden tools.
I had the time to drive without haste and to explore any side road I was curious about. I had time to take the bicycle instead of the car. I cycled to the beach for a swim most days.
Most of all, I had the time to drive my eleven year old to school every day, and to horse riding, when it did not rain too much. I also had time to play, and wait when she took a little longer to get ready. I did not have to rush and prioritise work over connecting with her.
I have learned the value of time, and will spend it more thoughtfully going forward.
Time is such a luxury.
