Savoring My Two Days of Transition


I am a man “in transition,” perched on the skinny platform between my old job and my new one.

I’m trying hard to enjoy this rare moment in time when I’ve got absolutely no deadlines to meet, no commitments to fulfill, and no projects to feel guilty about neglecting.

You might wonder why I didn’t build in a bit more cushion between my gigs. You wouldn’t be alone in asking that question — I’ve been called everything from a workaholic to an idiot.

The truth is, I wanted to honor my commitments to my previous employer while holding off the eager beavers at my future one for as long as possible.

So here I sit, savoring my wonderful Saturday and Sunday in transition. Unemployment never felt so sweet.