Ah, gentle readers, your MatchGirl has made a resolution to herself to spend more time writing in this little space. I want to write to you more about what I hear about unemployment issues and underemployment; about health insurance (or your lack thereof); of boys and dating; of how it all somehow comes together and draws parallel lines in life.
I am in a space where I have been at my new job for about 7 months. Long enough that I cannot call it my "new" job. It's my job. Though, after a year and a half sharing this unemployed world with you, it still feels like a new job. It feels like a new life.
And that, gentle readers, makes it harder for me to write for you here. To focus my mind, even for an hour or two a day - and we all know there are not enough hours in the day, as is - on the struggles that are still happening every day for the unemployed and the underemployed, to the issues that I still care a great deal about, takes me to another place.
I have it pretty good, I think, in this work place that I'm in - frustrating though it may be some days. I get to write on the company blog - and I get to write posts that I'm proud of. I got to travel to Bogotá, Colombia. I get to work with a whole bunch of cool people (located in a lot of different offices, all over the world). But now I am at the place where I need to seriously figure out my next move in that world. Or, more importantly, how to actually make it happen.
Dear readers, your MatchGirl, feels very lucky to be employed. I feel in a good place to be plotting my future. To wrap my head around where I can make things lead in my work life. To be comfortable enough to relax and see where things will lead in my love life (and yes, there is, and it's a whole separate story).
Over all, gentle ones, your MatchGirl feels like she is in a very good place.
I hope you are all on your way there, too.