Confession time: I am an unemployed writer. And I couldn't be happier.
No, seriously. I couldn't be happier.
I've been laid off twice since the Great Recession began and I've gone from being a Jaguar-driving, gourmet-food-shopping, designer-clothes-wearing marketing executive to being a yoga-pants-wearing, discount-shopping, work-just-enough-to-buy-some-groceries at-home mom, writer and professor. I still consider myself unemployed -- as I only work part-time in a new field -- but I couldn't be happier.