This February I had one of the best vacations ever when I went to New Zealand. And my friend really wanted to bungy at the original bungy. Once we got there I decided to jump, too. Just so that I don't have to tell my grandchildren that I wimped out. And it was pretty durn amazing.
Today I was reflecting that this unemployment thing is a bit like the jump. At first, the view is all beautiful and everything as you stand on the bridge waiting to jump:
Which is exactly how I feel about being released from the chains of my previous workplace. Such a beautiful vista of not having to climb those stairs and sit at that desk and stare blankly at a computer screen. Instead I get the chance to do things I want to. To even write this blog.
But, see, then you look down and see just how far you're about to free-fall. Into a river. Which seems terrifying at first.
But the experts have put a bungy cord on you so that it will catch you as you free fall towards the river.
And this is where I admit how thankful I am that I prepared for a rainy day. Because my savings and everything are going to be my bungy cord. That metaphor makes me especially happy because it means that the fall will be thrilling, exciting and terrifying and then end in a lovely swing and not a jerky stop. And then some friendly faces will help me end the ride (the guys who collected me from the end of the bungy cord). This thought is making me happy.
Oh, and me jumping:
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