You will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.” ~Leonardo Da Vinci
Weeks went by where I dreamed of nothing but hiking through mountains. I dreamed of close encounters, new forests and trails. Each dream seemed to pick up almost exactly where the last one dropped off and the scenes I swept through resembled the concrete jungles of Manhattan. Even the animals behaved the same. There was always an obstacle, and I never stopped swinging.
Those who have to take the New York City subway system could tell you, being in the morning rush was like walking through a zoo that made wild animals look domesticated. Two hours a day, everyday sucks. When you find yourself on an off-day behaving much like said animals, it’s even worse.
My commute, for the time being, was to the heart of Chelsea. Occupying an entire city block on the 11th floor, with rainbow lighted walls and surrounding panoramic views, the space spelled Zen. The work I was doing was mindless and tedious. On the other hand, my boss was really cool, and my assigned workspace next to clear views of the Empire State Building made me feel fortunate that for the next couple of months, this was home.
The announcement of our move to Midtown came right about the time when my boss, became a stressed out mess. Hiding in her office, crouched on all fours on her chair, wild silver hair, red in the face, always biting her nails five fingers at a time, she reminded me of Mad Madame Mim. I felt bad, she needed a break.
Boss wanted to discuss the team’s vacation plans for the year, and I naturally asked how much time I was allowed off. As a free-lancer, if I don’t work, I don’t get paid. I was hypothetically asking about the possibility of a four-week hit. It was all hypothetical. She said as a free-lancer it shouldn’t be a problem and she would get back to me. Within two weeks I was fired.
Mim claimed multiple reasons as to why I was being let go, some were valid, others were not. What stood out was her issue with my wanting to work so I could spend my free time traveling. In addition to my coming from an agency they no longer wished to have relations with, it only made sense to get rid of me. Just in time for our miserable move to corporate Midtown, this was a blessing in disguise.
Everything happens for a reason. As losing jobs seems to be my forte this year, I’ve discovered that with every lost job, a new wealth of opportunity awaits. I’m searching for a fulfilling life, and now I’ve been given the gift of time to figure out what that means exactly.
So for now, “Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.”- William Shakespeare