I am taking just a little break from what has been a rather sucky winter around here. Yes, I can talk like a middle schooler. Actually, middle-school kids are probably way beyond “sucky” by now. But. This winter has brought one problem after another. Mostly small things but some of the sucky stuff that is kind of waiting in the wings is quite a bit heavier.

Today? Well. The sun was out. A bill I thought I had to pay was already paid. I had lunch with Mouse. Elephants were fitted with box feet. And there was something nice at work. For me. Not something earthshaking, mind you. I am not all that upwardly mobile at this point. I don’t think I would even want my boss’s job. But I got a nice little recognition of my work and skills today and I was greatly appreciative.

This post is for anyone who is switching careers in mid-life. I am thinking mostly of women although I know that men also encounter this situation. Go for it, is about all I have to say. Three years ago, I was a vagabond beach bum empty nester moom boomeranging back and forth between The Planet Ann Arbor and Da Yoop wondering what the heck I was gonna do with the rest of my life. I kind of wanted to be a free-lance web designer/developer but I knew that I didn’t truly have the personality that would be required to do that. I had gone back to school though. That got me an internship and my current long-suffering, cat-herding boss took a chance on me and hired me as a regular full-time employee. If I’d seen my job advertised anywhere, I wouldn’t have bothered to apply. I would’ve thought I didn’t have the skills. It is a job that didn’t exist 15 years ago. Who knew?

I’m not going any further with this. I’m just saying that, if a tired old kayak woman aka moom of grown children can find decent, interesting employment, so can y’all. Don’t give up!

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