As hinted at briefly in a previous post, my work life took a turn earlier this year. My job, the organization I work for, and the jobs of some of my colleagues, are funded by a particular grant. When that grant ends, so does my job. If new grants are obtained in time then my job can continue, albeit in some altered form that fits the requirements of the new grants. But if new grants are not obtained, then the future becomes uncertain. In February, I learned that there would be a gap in the grant funds, and my job would either be altered or uncertain once September ends.
I am telling you this not to complain – because, really, there is no reason for complaint here. I feel fortunate to have a job at all, fortunate that it is a job I enjoy, fortunate that I had 7+ months warning. I am also fortunate that my boss and others on the team are working their butts off to write new grants to fill, or at least shorten, the gap.
Rather, I am telling you this so that you have a sense of where my brain has been these past few months. I have avoided thinking about it too much. Sewing helps: complex, hands-on activity loosens the knots in my brain. And now I am at the point where avoidance no longer makes sense. I WANT to think about it now. So that I can take an active role in moving forward.