My friend sent me an email tonight, she’d been suddenly let go from a job she loved and one that she’d been good at. I felt so bad for her.
And then I looked at the date and I remembered.
This time last year, I too had been let go from a job I loved. It was a family run business, had worked there for 6 years and been a part of the company for 13. Called into the new bosses office one afternoon and let go. No severance pay and no farewell cake with all the staff either, I never got to even say good bye. I walked out to the parking lot, called home and sobbed. Last summer was a blur of crying. I cried clear to Christmas.
In January I tried to convince myself I was over it all but I hadn’t counted on feeling shunned. How no one bothered to call to see how I was, no one checked to see if I was ok. February – June still crying and thinking I’d never get over this. This would be my undoing and I’d never amount to anything ever again.
I can’t say there was one clear moment when the sun began to shine and birds started chirping again. But it happened. And I didn’t even realize it, until my family mentioned that I didn’t cry anymore. The answer was to have people in my life that loved me regardless, that pushed me to see that there was life after getting fired. That I had value and I would heal. And I did. So much so, that I walked into a gathering where my old boss was and I didn’t even flinch. I sat down, enjoyed the program, hugged a few people and walked away. The pain had gone, the sting had subsided and I had not only forgiven the players, but moved on. And if you had told me this time last year, I would never have believed you. But I guess that’s what faith is, just putting one foot in front of the other and looking ahead.