Okay, perhaps that's an overly-dramatic title 😅 but it does feel a bit like that.
I'm finishing up my job at the museum. I've been working there for just over four years - I started just as things were opening back up after the lockdowns in 2020, and just as I was starting to figure out a lot of stuff to do with gender and sexuality and the whole shebang.
I have a lot of memories from working there. Some good, some not so good. But I think that's true of most jobs. But I'm certainly grateful for the people that I met along the way - a bunch of queer folks and neurodivergent folks, and people from very different walks of life to my own; many that I now feel privileged to call friends. I'm also grateful for how the museum took me coming out, changing my name and gender identity, all well in it's stride.
But, as many folks close to me will know, I've been struggling there for a while. The work has been burning me out mentally quite a bit, and that's been a struggle. But finding other work has also been a struggle! As it is for many. So knowing that I'm finishing up now - there's a lot of different emotions mixed up in there, but certainly high among them is a feeling of relief. Hopefully, wherever I'm at next, or whatever I'm doing next, won't burn me out as much. But that's hard to know before you start.
People might be wandering what's next, and that's a great question! I don't really know either. I don't have other work that I know I'll be doing after this. Still applying to other jobs, so there are possibilities - but no certainties.
I'll be okay for a while. Probably need to be a little careful with money for a bit, but I'll be okay. But yeah, I don't know what's next. I guess when I know, I'll tell you! But for now - I'm looking forward to some rest. It's much needed.
