As you may recall, I recently started a new job in the District. It all happened so fast – an almost fluke submission of my resume led to a phone interview to a job interview to moving to DC – all in about six weeks! The first two months were part-time but with the new year, came a new, full-time position.
At first, it was bliss. I relished the opportunity to have a routine again – wake up, dress in grown-up clothes, do the crossword (in pen – yeah, I’m that person) during my commute, sit at a desk, tweet when I’m bored, make an important impact on the world, and then go out for drinks immediately following. Wash, rinse, repeat. Beyond a routine and a renewed sense of purpose, I rather enjoyed having money. While unemployment benefits helped keep me in PBR and $2 appetizers-for-dinner, I was overjoyed to be able to sit down for a nice dinner or attend fun concerts or plan week-long Civil War road trips and know that I could afford it. It can be a little easier to live a life abundantly if you can fund it.
Oh, but how the bloom falls off the rose. I know there’s nothing groundbreaking about becoming disillusioned with the day to day realities of a new job or realizing the novelty of a new city doesn’t erase the pull you feel to another place – but it definitely snuck up on me in a way that I hadn’t predicted. Perhaps its seasonal doldrums or the fact that unemployment offered a different set of pleasures, but I find myself yearning to be free – after only 8 months!
Does anyone else feel this way? Is this part of our ADHD generation’s need for something new and exciting and different all the time? Should I be worried that I’ve lost the professional butterflies in my stomach and have settled into a domesticated working relationship? Or should I be taking the part of me that wants more seriously?