The other day, a friend told me I’m “so lucky” to be not working after having taken a redundancy. I’m a polite person (usually), and so I said “Thanks, yes I am”.
What I should have said is “Are you you’re f**king kidding me?”.
I empathise with my friend’s situation. She’s in a job she doesn’t like and is struggling to find another position that pays as well as her current role. We’ve all been there.
Lotto and raffle wins are lucky, but you still need to enter the draw to win. My current situation is not luck. I have made my own luck. We all do. My current status is the cumulative result of my professional experience and decision-making over the past (ahem) 20-odd years in the workforce.
I worked my ass off for three years at the job I’ve just left – days, nights and weekends. I spent almost half my time working interstate, not to mention the eight-hour return commute was done in my time. I put up with some astonishing displays of misogyny and had to deal with Mr Right Side.
I had tough discussions with some of my direct reports to align on my expectations and I created a high performing team that consistently delivered and was well respected across the organisation. And when I realised my role would be made redundant, I set those direct reports up for success months before my departure was announced.
I don’t know when I’ll next have an income, so I’m dealing with a lot of financial uncertainty. I’ve educated myself on how to budget and how to manage my money, so for now, that stress isn’t keeping me up at night.
So yeah, I’ve worked hard. But I’ve also worked smart. I’m the mistress of my own destiny and that’s incredibly empowering.