Half a year ago, willingly or not I sent myself on a sabbatical. I decided to end things at work no longer eager to cope with a glass ceiling. The company, to which I was to switch, went however through some turmoil the same week as I made my mind. As I still wanted to join the team, I decided to wait. Three months later the new executive board was still not sure as to the new company strategy. As I had a short job abroad in September that I was truly interested in and the summer was just at my door I decided not to look for an alternative.
I just finished a year long training in a psychological school that besides extensive knowledge about how to manage teams and how to cope with day to day HR problems, gave me quite a huge insight into my own mindset. So, I coached myself into the downtime. Hereby, I did not have any urgent financial constraints that could have dampened this decision. The latter, although some would say ‘money does not matter’, matters. And today, I am very grateful to all people who advised me on a habit of putting aside. The last half year was indeed a true time of resting and gaining the life power.
The panorama of Paris. A photo made while on the Eiffel tour. The place, where my sabbatical practically started February this year. As I planned the trip, a month earlier on the New Year, I did not think of quitting. But life plays unexpected scenarios.
End of June I made a note on this blog on how I was perceiving my situation. Now I can compare those thoughts with my current perception. That time I was keen to arrange for all possible things that I have neglected through years. And I made it. At least the vast majority of them. I would call it an ambitious phase. Aside of my plans for September, later on I was only thinking of how to arrange my free time. More sports was at focus. For a moment, I even stopped making traveling plans. But the latter was rather in line with a rule I caught up once from a friend: ‘if you want to truly travel and sightsee, avoid the high season. Besides, you will save money’.
As the life is full of surprises, two or three weeks after I summed up my three downtime months, I was called by a couple of people, asking me for some advisory services. I accepted two of the proposals. In a spur of the moment I asked a colleague’s wife, who is an accountant, to prepare all documents needed to register me as self employed. So I spent August and September focusing on two truly intellectual jobs plus the short one I was contracted out earlier. Technically it was work. But for a former academic, who once left the university, it was true fun in particular as these were jobs requiring only one or two weeks workload. Thus, there was no feeling ‘when will this end’, as it is the case in longer projects. Besides, in comparison to managing daily operations and people, and constant solving of problems, it was a quite quiet kind of a job. Continue reading