I’m going on two months of being unemployed. While the first month was spent in a bit of a panic/fog, I’ve made an effort to keep a routine for myself, and I’ve been surprisingly good at keeping myself in check. Getting laid off from my dream job as a copywriter for a sustainable fashion company was really hard to accept, but I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This last month has felt more like a blessing in disguise than a loss. While I absolutely loved my job and my coworkers, the company was heading in a new direction that I was struggling to accept. If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I’m passionate about my work and my writing, and that was taking a toll on my mental health in ways I was unable to see before.

I’ve been feeling very grateful for this suspended moment in time. The days are passing by, somehow, by the grace of the universe, my bills are getting paid and my creative juices are flowing again.

I’ve been making the most of this time while also being good to my mental and physical health. A few years ago, I started a passion project, Radical Clothes Swap, and it’s since grown into a full-blown nonprofit. Everyday I’m amazed that I somehow managed to run this org with my full-time job, because it’s a full-time job on its own.

A few months ago, my friend Anna, asked me what my goals were, and if I ever intended to run RCS full-time. I’d always answer with, “Well, yeah, that’s the end goal, I’m just not sure I’m ready for that yet.”