The Layoff: Day 5

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I don't want to write about being laid off.

But I am.  Because that's what I know today, and it is what I cannot shake.

I don't know if it's the whole not having a job thing that troubles me.  What is difficult is suddenly finding myself in a situation where I second guess my calling in life.  I have officially moved from a stage of denial to a stage of bummer-mode.

I am bummed that what I felt I was great at is not what I am doing.  And perhaps in another time period it will be, once more.  But today I am feeling like I have lost a piece of my identity.  And let's face it, my identity is awesome.

It is, right?  

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