I've worked all through my adult life, even when in PT school. There was one period in the mid-80s when I was unemployed for about two months... it made me crazy. Having grown up in New England, I have a Puritanical work ethic. I define myself by my work, like many Americans.
I leave this afternoon for England, with a few applications in place, but nothing definite on the horizon. I need to not get crazy about not having work yet! I'll be working on my research study, albeit not for pay. At least my need to be "productive" should be satisfied. I can reacquaint myself with my mates on that side of the pond, get busy at the gym, and if I do at least three things a day toward finding meaningful employment, I should be OK. I also need to find the right job, not just the first place that says "yes." That's a trap I've fallen into in the past, which I'd rather not repeat!
So my CV is gussied up, my bags are almost packed, and I've got a 7:30 flight out of JFK. Is it time to change the name of this blog back to "A New York PT in Queen Elizabeth's Court?" I suppose it is.
Let's see what this new adventure brings!