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When you are a midtwentysomething white female, without any sort of vocational license or university degree, unemployment is bad. Very bad. It means your eminent doom is on the immediate horizon. You are more often than not misjudged as useless, needy, a minority who isn’t a minority, et cetera. Your confidence is kicked to the dust accordingly.

So you overcompensate, overextend, and overtly seek out help from the far corners of Facebook, LinkedIn, and other sites that shall remain unnamed due to their high nuisance-to-spam ratio. You realize within 24 hours of unemployment that you are behaving in a rather self-centered manner. Your panic is tangible and therefore your aforementioned doom is sealed.

At least, it will be unless you can learn a few lessons in the semi-lost art of humility along the way. Suddenly, applying for minimum wage jobs and day-labor gigs doesn’t seem so bad. You swallow your pride and meet some amazing people who are struggling and suffering a lot more than you. People with a stronger work ethic and a deeper sense of thankfulness for everything. Your paradigm breaks wide open and you realize how incredibly blessed your life has been, how blind you have been for so long. Your heart expands to fit in a whole new world – the one under your nose which you’ve ignored because it was just always there.

This is my painfully current foray into that frightening realm of being unemployed in the 21st Century. I’m not a stranger to it, but heaven knows I was hoping my path would not cross it again soon.

Wish me luck.

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PS: I really am an unemployed young adult. I really am struggling financially. It’s no game, it’s no lie. It’s frightening. This blog is a creative outlet for me until I find a way to make a stable income. If it strikes a chord with readers, I may keep it going for a while. If you are willing to help out a girl who is down on her luck, please make a small donation to my blogging efforts by clicking the button below. Thank you.