thirty eight

the possibility of a career change is near.

this is the year I am letting my license expire. I’ve debated for quite awhile now. it was such a milestone for me. the study. the testing. the achievement. it is what I have done, more or less, for the past 30 years. but it is not who I am anymore. and it is time to let it go.

it begs the question. what do I want to do when I grow up. is it odd to be in your mid-fifties and still ponder that question? there are days when I am perfectly content to be ‘retired’. and days that I miss the camaraderie of the office. the teamwork. the coffee breaks. and the work itself. I miss the people. and I miss the schedule. the paycheck, well, that was a lovely bonus.

so when I think of what now. how now. why now. there is not an easy answer.

I know I want to make a difference. help. hope. and when I search the employment ads there are no job opportunities that scream those qualifications. I want a job that is fun. and I say, stubbornly, that I am too old to do anything that I don’t enjoy. or with people that don’t enjoy me. a win-win there, I think.

so here’s to searching the want ads. putting my name in the hat. to rejection letters. and anticipation. a new outlook in growing up and moving on. to finding a place. where I can grow and prosper. to putting our heart and soul and a little muscle into the task and delight in the outcome. and move on. gladly.

peace.