On closing this series (for now)

Part 17 in this series.

A note on the exit door: I’m not so much ending this series with this entry, as I’m still on the market after all…

I may add some thoughts from time to time. Then again, I may not. Not all—or most—of life needs to be content.

But I did want to tie a bit of a bow on what I’ve posted to this point. This period of my life feels untethered. I’ve been told to look at it as a chance for redefinition. For growth. For rest. For reevaluation. For spiritual seeking. For learning patience. For giving myself over to my moment.

Ok, sure. All good things on that list. But, as with all lists, it’s incomplete.

It’s also a time of stress. Of loss. Of kinship with others in the same position. Of doubt. Of frailty. Of silence. Of feeling dispossessed.

Life is like this, even as I wish it were not. For anyone. This is not a perspective being unemployed has given me. Rather, it has simply reaffirmed my sense that purpose and dignity should be the goal of our pursuits, and not just for ourselves.

I find myself thinking about how the professional world makes the desire to feel these things so strongly self-centered it mutes our responsibility to provide them for others.

This is hopefully what I will carry into whatever my next season holds.

But as the title of my first post said, in Tom Petty’s voice, the waiting is the hardest part.