The Job Hunt, Part III: Coping via self care
I tend to wake up around 7:30 or 8:00 in the morning. Generally I wake up in a funk that not even coffee can reach. That is, unless I wake up:
- to a beautiful woman, or
- to an exercise routine.
No, the two are not mutually exclusive. In fact, it’s ideal if they are not. But that is so totally off topic… Ahem. Right. The point is, I’m in much better shape to do all of the things I need to do after I have exercised. My mind is clearer, I feel stronger, I feel better.
It helps with the depression, makes me feel more confident. It changes my whole approach to the job search because I feel better both in mind and in body.
In addition, I have been drinking less. For a while there, I was sliding dangerously into the territory of my scary alcoholic forebears–I had nothing to do but sit around the house, watch my relationship disintegrate, and feel like a professional failure, so I filled all of the growing voids with whiskey. I won’t tell you how much Jameson I was downing daily, but I will tell you that I expect a Thank You card from them any day now. And maybe a coupon.
I dialed that back a lot. I told myself that if I couldn’t reasonably dial it back I’d have to give it up entirely. The thought of having to give up on all of the Scotches in the world entirely before I got to try them was enough to get me back on track. Now, I don’t need the threat–I am aware of how much healthier I feel when I’m not swimming in alcohol every day.
Am I starting to sound like Tappy Tibbons?
The point is, these are things I am doing for myself. Not because I have obligations elsewhere. The search for work feels like I am taking the slow, scenic route through an endless pit of despair. The fact that I am getting up every day and doing these things for myself helps immensely–not with the scenery, but with my ability to withstand it.
To be continued…(I think.)