Today is Sunday. In less than two weeks, I will be unemployed. This is by choice, but it is unsettling.
I gave notice at the job I have toiled at for some 9 years on Friday. I am not unhappy with my current job. It can be tedious, and is often about as exciting as watching paint dry, but it isn’t completely mind-numbing, and there is just enough variety to make it rather enjoyable. What I’ve been doing for a while is insurance research. The quick explanation is when someone goes to the doctor or emergency room and has an x-ray, but does not have their insurance information at the time of the exam, the record comes to us as either blank in the insurance field or the claim may be rejected if the insurance info we do have is no longer current. I take the basic patient information and check with Blue Cross, Preferred One, HealthPartners, Medica, Medical Assistance, and a few others to see if they have coverage for that patient.
I will be moving at the end of the year. January 1 is a new moon, which seems very auspicious for the start of a new future. My husband and I will travel some 1500 miles to New Jersey, both of us looking to start new careers, new lives, empty nesters spreading our wings. There are challenges ahead; will we be able to get a decent apartment before we get jobs? Will we be able to get jobs before we leave the state? Will our savings hold out until we can get everything set?
I’ve been calling it stepping off a cliff. I don’t know how far I’ll drop before I can start climbing again. Maybe I’ll free-fall into a soaring glide above the treetops. Maybe I’ll drop like a rock. Maybe my foot will step onto an invisible step, and I’ll find myself on a stairway to the sky. I don’t know. But, I’ve taken that first step.