Despite having plans to work on the job hunt today I ended up taking the day off.
I chose today because the temperature on this side of the world decided to heat up again and I wanted to enjoy the warmth of 64°F. Though most people don't know this about me, I have a personal rule that I keep during the winter and fall seasons in Philadelphia. I will only emerge from heated shelter for no more than 10 minutes if the temperature outside is 50 degrees or less.
I realize this habit of quasi hibernation sounds ridiculous, but it's helped me survive all the winters of my native Philadelphia without the loss of a finger or toe to frostbite.
Oh, don't be so dramatic!
I'm not. Not entirely anyway.
I only slightly exaggerate when it comes to my need to stay warm during the winter. My physical condition renders my legs and feet frozen and my hand muscles useless within 15 minutes of exposure (try operating an iPhone with claw hands). Despite justifying my habit, I realize there's a very real danger to keeping it up.
In Philadelphia, the weather remains under 50°F for about 7 months out of the year. This means that for 7 months I'm less inclined to meet friends for lunch, travel to the city to attend an alumni event, concert or show or wait for the bus to meet my fiancé instead of he always coming to me (ask him; he gets very upset about this).
In essence, my way of coping with the cold has been preventing me from living a richer life. I'm not the only one however. I think a lot of people have their own forms of "quasi hibernation"—ways with which they insulate themselves from exploring and experiencing new things. It might be keeping to a group of friends that talk the same, look the same or think the same or it might be staying in a job that leaves you soulless because you've replayed for years someone's comment that you didn't have what it takes to do the job of your dreams.
In my case, the first step in breaking the habit was realizing that I was keeping it in the first place! Lots of people tend to be so entrenched in self-limiting habits that they don't question them. The second and most powerful step was to determine a specific course of action. For my fiancé and I this means literally packing up and moving 2,300+ miles out of the cold and into the sun to Phoenix, AZ.
Because 7 months per year is an awfully long time to miss out on the richness of life.
My name is Viola Minicozzi and I’m a HR professional looking to land my dream job in Phoenix, AZ. From December 1, 2015 through March 1, 2016, I’ve committed to blogging everyday on Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter about my progress and a host of other career related topics along the way.
Join me on the journey. #90DaysToMyDreamJob