After I was laid off from my function as an editor for {a magazine} in late 2024, logically, I knew what I used to be purported to suppose: Don’t tie your self-worth to a job. In any case, it’s simply a job.
Whereas I did my greatest to imagine that optimistic mantra, most days — and particularly on those I scooped up soiled, sweaty towels from wealthy folks at an area health club to make ends meet — I felt hopeless. I had little cash coming in for a number of months, and on extra mornings than I’d care to confess, fewer and fewer causes to get up. I barely felt human.
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