It is a strange gray morning, and a little cooler out at the trailhead than it has been. I’ve got my headlamp handy but I’m much earlier than I’d planned and I decide to wait for a bit of light before I hit the trail. Daybreak is imminent.

I sigh quietly and drink water. It’ll be another hot day, in spite of the deceptively cool morning, and staying hydrated is the healthy self-care choice. After my walk, I’ve got a doctor’s appointment, planned months ago. I’m grateful it occurs before my employer-provided insurance runs out. No work today. It is the first day following being laid off. I breathe, exhale, relax, and wait for the sun.

It feels a little strange, at least for now, to have this time to myself, without a work day constraining my time. I sit with my thoughts watching the sky begin to lighten, alert for the trail to become sufficiently visible to walk safely in the dim light between daybreak and the busy-ness of a new day. There are things to do, and I feel calm and purposeful, but also… strangely displaced. We put way too much emphasis on our professional experiences as adults, I think, and are easily mislead into seeing those as somehow more important than who we are, how we feel, and all the many experiences that make up a human lifetime. Work is just work. We do it to exchange enough of our precious limited mortal time for the cash to be able to afford all the truly important things. Home. Family. Friends. Enjoying a walk on a quiet summer morning.

… But I do feel the absence of work, this morning, and I have a sense of the ticking clock in the background…

I lace up my boots, grab my cane, and step out onto the trail. This feels like a pause in the routine I’ve come to know. I observe the inclination to cling to the routine, and make a point to let that go. I walk on. There will be a new routine. It will develop naturally out of my actions each day and become comfortable over time. Until then, of course, there’s some uncertainty and discomfort – which means there is also an opportunity to grow, and become more the woman that I want most to be than I am now.

A soft rain begins to fall as I reach my halfway point. The overhang of oak branches at the edge of the trail is enough to shelter me, but it’s really only a sprinkle anyway, and I don’t mind a few raindrops on my face as I walk. I take a few minutes for meditation and to write. I think about my now-former colleagues and wonder if they miss my cheery “good morning” in the team Slack channel today?

…Am I remembered? Such a human concern, to wonder if we are missed once we’re gone. I wonder what my legacy will be, and how quickly I will become just a name on some policy document or customer record? I already miss professional friendships formed over shared work. The people matter most, and I am not surprised that the only details I linger over now are the memories of jokes and deep conversations, shared photos, and tales of vacation and travel swapped among friends. That seems appropriate.

I smile to myself and look down the trail, listening to the rain on the leaves over head. I’m okay. Sure, I feel a little displaced and strange, but it will pass. Dwelling on vague feelings of disappointment, or letting myself become mired in fear or doubt isn’t helpful (not at all). It’s enough to feel the feelings, acknowledge their fundamental humanity, and let them go. We make choices, even about our emotions. Making the wisest choices we can is a good practice.

I breathe, exhale, and relax. I am fine, for most values of “fine”, and there’s nothing especially “wrong” right now at all. For now it is a waiting game. I’ve got something promising identified that looks likely to become the next job. It’s tempting to coast and just enjoy the waiting for some time, but that’s a poor strategy in an uncertain world. I focus on planned tasks, activities, and necessary milestones and set aside optimistic wishful thinking. It is a good time for practical thinking and careful consideration.

Stray raindrops spatter my bare arms as I sit perched on a fallen trunk under this big oak. Hints of something like a sunrise peek through gray clouds, revealing distant hues of pink and pale blue far above the rain clouds. I’m grateful for the rain. The air smells fresh and clean, the scent of petrichor rising from the ground fills my senses, and my heart feels lifted and light.

… I think about my former teammates beginning the day, and facing their own uncertainties, and silently wish them well. We’re each walking our own path, having our own experience. It’s sometimes difficult to see down the path ahead while we walk it. The way isn’t always clear. The choices are not always obvious. We do our best, based on what we know, and most of the people around us do too. I remind myself to be kind – we rarely know what other people are going through.

I sigh again and peer into the sky. Still raining, but it’s already time to begin again.