What Side Hustles Do for Your Mind
This insane roller coaster ride woke me up, then spit me out
I slammed my fist down on the desk and swore.
Then out of nowhere I was blubbering and wiping smudged mascara from my wet cheeks.
January 8th marked exactly two months since they’d escorted me out of my corner office. With no teary goodbyes or a gold pen offered up as trade for many long years of hard work and dedication.
The holidays were a distraction, but I felt I’d mourned the loss of my six-figure income long enough; it was time to get my shit together.
But every time I got online to apply for another job, I was met with the same unfortunate garbage.
No educational degree to back up my 30+ years of work experience and I was overqualified for the jobs that didn’t require one. Nor could I shake the troublesome feeling of not wanting to step back onto that hamster wheel willingly.
Did I have a choice if I wanted to maintain my current lifestyle? One that I cherished and enjoyed immensely, that was the burning question.
At 48, I was in that sticky spot where you’re too young to retire and way too old to think about starting over, especially on the bottom rung of a new Corporate ladder.
