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So what do you want to be when you grow up?  I didn’t think I’d be asking myself that in my 40’s, but here we are!  Now, the reasonable answer is: happy.  When I allow myself to be, I truly am.  But beyond that, I want to do something in my wheelhouse.  Do you ever feel that way?  That it’s just time to do something else with your life?

Teaching has been good to me.  Hopefully, I’ve been good to a lot of people along the way.  Hopefully, I’ve helped some figure out a few things, but I have watched that Steve Harvey video a million times and, my friends, it’s time to jump as you probably saw in one of my earlier blogs.

So what do I jump to?  I think a lot of people have that run through their minds and it’s what keeps them at the job they are currently doing.  I have to admit it is completely intimidating.  How do you get the stars to align so that what you’re qualified for, what you enjoy doing, and what you can fit into your schedule all work together?  It’s nearly impossible I would guess, but that’s me – always wanting the impossible. Lol.

So as I ponder where the next leg of my trip will take me, I’ve considered these options:

  • Do I go back to school to be an interior designer or an event planner? Well, I would have to sell myself to get business.  If you know me, that’s not my forte.

 

  • I’d really like to invent medicinal cookies for kids. Chocolate chip cookies that mask the flavor and are filled with all that crappy medicine they have to take.  Okay, let’s face it, I’m not that skilled so if you steal my idea, please give me 1% when you’re rich and on Shark Tank.

 

  • I’d love to have a Holiday Inn – you know the ancient Bing Crosby movie – I’d provide outings for holidays and be free the rest of the year. I know how to make a holiday special. I promise you that!  Forget Vala’s. Hello BC’s.

 

  • I’ve thought of running a basket business for those gifting times that you don’t quite know what to do like when someone’s ex-husband dies or your best friend’s cat is chosen to be in a commercial. Awkward is my specialty. However, I think shipping would be a bitch.

 

  • I have always wanted to be a greeting card writer, but I’m not sure it would pay the big bucks I need to keep my munchkin in Nike shoes.

 

  • My best shot might actually be a copy writer/content creator. My only worry is who will hire me when my knowledge base focuses on cattle, cussing, middle schoolers, and crazy families?  Just sayin’.

 

  • Now, truth be told, it goes without saying, that I have to admit the real job I’ve always wanted. I understand it’s not mine to be had, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve always wanted to be a trophy wife.  There, I said it.  But since that isn’t happening, I need to figure out what my purpose really is.  Part of me thinks it’s probably some job I’ve never heard of because my childhood was sans internet.  Yes, I’m really that old.

 

So stay tuned.  We’ll see where this road takes me, and here’s hoping it isn’t the unemployment line and my couch with a bucket of ice cream.

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Any advice for me?  Any ideas?  Other comments?  I’m listening.


You just gotta Jump!

You just gotta Jump!

Decision, decisions, decisions.  Oh, how I hate to make them!  Are you that way, too?  I don’t mind the “where-are-we-eating-tonight” kind.  Those are easy (and the answer is Johnny’s Café), but I hate the big ones like deciding to get married or moving to a 3rd world country to make two million dollars.  I’m talking those kind. Lol.

 

Recently, I made the decision to leave my job after having been in that same building for 20 years.   And yes, I am a habitual ready-for-a-vacation kind of girl so it probably seems that I am more than ready to ditch my job (which if you looked at the same snot on the bathroom stall you might want to, too).  The truth of the matter is that it’s really hard to leave.  Not because of the snot (lol), but partly because of the people I’ve met along the way and partly because I don’t want to be a statistic of another teacher leaving teaching and partly because I hope I’ve made a difference in the world somewhere along the way.  So why am I leaving?  A lot of reasons, but they start with my little girl.

 

Last spring, we debated about buying a house in our hometown.  Finally, we decided to put a bid in.  There ended up being 3 other bids.  I said I was leaving it in God’s hands.  If we got it, it was meant to be.  If we didn’t, there was time for something else.  We got the house.

 

It was about that time that I started hearing that Zac Brown song on the radio.  Clearly, it was meant to be.  And every time I seem to be having doubts over whether it’s time to go home or not, it finds its way to my radio.

(Thanks Vevo, Zac Brown Band and YouTube)

So when it came time to decide whether to stick it out in teaching or move on, I stressed out again.  Could I drive from there?  Yes.  I probably would have a quicker commute than some of the people who live in West O going through 3000 stoplights.  Believe me, I squandered an entire summer overthinking, worrying, and contemplating what to do.  It was the day that I realized that I would have to drive 12 more years and that, in that time, my little girl would go from a toddler to a teenager.  Not only that, but there will be bagels with mom breakfasts and Read Across America book-a-thons to see and I want to see them!  But I wouldn’t if I was driving because I would believe that work had to come first, even when I didn’t feel that way.  So what was the solution?  Get out.

 

What’s next?  I don’t know.  I wanna be creative.  I wanna be respected for what I do.  I wanna help Mrs. Strickland get Oakland back to good, too.   But here’s what I do know:  About a year and half ago, I saw this Steve Harvey video, and it spoke to me.  (I might be watching this at 2 in the morning next August with tears and a carton of How I Love Thee Reese Peanut Butter Cup ice cream panicking, but…)

(Thanks to Steve Harvey and YouTube for the clip!)

I’m not a gutsy person.  I like my safe and secure world, but I do think I was put on this earth for a reason and I want to make damn sure I figure out what my gift is.  So… I’m “jumping.”   Ready…or not (mostly or not) here I come.

 

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Have you been in my place?  Any advice?  What’s your talent or calling? Any success stories to tell me?  Feelings about the videos or just a comment?  Let me hear ’em.