If you've been let go recently, people will say, "It's just a job, not your life. Lucky you, it could have been something else. Move on, you'll get a new one."

And then the crickets, more crickets, and more sleepless nights on what to do to pay the bills.

We don't necessarily think that the job we get is there for a lifetime, but we sure understand that there's no excuse to not have a Plan B. 

When you are down and out, nobody cares. 

You're on your own. 

But when success kicks in, either empirically or in perception, you instantly have new friends all of a sudden.

In moments when it feels like the world is crashing down, including a job loss or a future job that seems to be out of reach for the longest time. 

Take heart, have courage. 

This is the age of personal agency.

Get out of the "traditional job" box.

There are countless ways to earn income, some need an upfront cost of energy and time, and some are little things that you can start that accumulate over time. 

But you can definitely do that.

Develop your own "job" that will be financially sustainable and soul-enriching.

And as a consequence, create a new identity out of your new circumstance. 

You can practice slow living and more intentional spending.

This is not a hard and fast rule, but get yourself some grace.

Grace, my brothers and sisters, is something you need to take now with good doses.

So go out there, cheer up.

This morning when I woke up, the sun was shining as predicted. 

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I just moved some of my 1,000 plus contacts from Linkedin (LI) to my email account. LI differentiated between connections and contacts. Contacts are old contacts imported from my old files. Connections are new contacts grown through LI.

There's a concept of moving on that we always down play, perhaps because it comes with grief.

I noticed that there are some people in my old contacts had passed on and no longer with us.

Sixteen years ago, I used to work with some of them, travelling together, working with marginalized farmers and communities in the developing countries. I thought that time would never end. It was as if, I was meant for the work, and the work to me.

When I moved to Canada, I've lost touch with a lot of people whom I regarded highly in my previous work. They were older back then and much older now and probably some retired. And some passed on, quietly. 

I can't think of anything they said, they did that wasn't congruent to who they are.

They exemplified personal courage and commitment to their purpose. 

​I learned a lot from them which is an understatement. 

Regardless of what they've achieved, they are truly great humans.

Salut~ to them!

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