So I quit a job a while back.
It was a bad job. 50 hours a week, doing nothing but keyboarding, high stress, low support. The people were actually okay – but it was a gigantic public corporation, and everybody had the screws on them: the CEO had to hit his revenue forecast. The VP had to make things work better and keep costs down and keep raising revenue. The head of our department had to ram through a new technology despite blowback, and technical setback. Your basic selling of body and soul in exchange for a paycheck.
Anyhow. It’s now been about 8 months and … I miss working.
It’s weird to say, but it’s so much easier to have the work come to you than go hustle for it.
Even with a bad job, you can tell someone you’re *doing* something, instead of staying at home all day concerned with bullshit like what to have for dinner.
In the meantime I putter around the house, try not to spend money, feel guilty about working on pet projects like practicing music. Ironically, when I was working too much I had no time to devote to personal projects. When I’m not working, I feel guilty about devoting time to personal projects instead of doing work-like things.
There are, of course, two solutions. Right away, I treat my home life like a career: Write a to do list. Get things done. Reward myself by playing music or writing. Long term, I find work, which will help with that gnawing feeling of not earning a paycheck.
More on that later.