Back from Brushwood - the change I wish to be
Several days ago actually. I've been decompressing. I want to capture the transformations of the experience in the hope that I will be able to hold on to them.
I expected to make some money and connect with old friends. Instead I just barely covered my entrance fees, made some new friends (and hopefully kept the old), and returned to myself.
Having Cat somewhat to myself for several days was really wonderful. Thank you Cat, for reminding me that life is so short, but can be so good as well. Love you. Won't worry about the years I've wasted without you in my life any more.
Got to know Coop and Cindy. I can't imagine anyone I would have rather seen Harry Potter with than you guys and Maryanne. And then there was snuggling.
And there were all the honey's, too many to name, who I didn't get to hang with nearly enough because of the vending.
I've been in liminal space for a year and a half. I haven't worked since the military-industrial complex eliminated my department and turned me loose on the world. I haven't gotten nibbles on my resumes. I've watched as the businesses in this area have closed, loosing more and more IT professionals adrift on an ever shrinking job market. I've refused to submit my resume to the only business that are still thriving - the military contractors.
This is all OK. Clearly my cosmic clue by four is pointing me in the direction of sweeping change.
I talked to many people who are currently in the profession I've been considering. They all seem really happy with thier work situations. What am I waiting for? It's time to go back to school.
I know what I want. I want to be part of the solution and not part of the problem. I want my efforts to ease other people's pain. I want to make a decent, living wage. I have learned that time is far more valuable than money. I want a job that won't feel like an albatross around my neck. I want non-traditional hours. I want to be able to get away for a week in Belize or Fiji. I don't want to ever have a 24x7 pager. I don't want to work for 72 straight hours to bring a SAN back on line.
I can have the life I want as a nurse. It's time to finally choose a direction and set sail.
In other news, I came home to find that my unemployment was extended yet again. Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in. Bills will be paid, even if I don't find work. It's going to be OK. Also, while I was away a policy was put in place entitling me to a Pell grant. So yes! Give me that grant and I'll take it to nursing school. Thank you Mr. President.
Last week I hung out with Winifred (possibly the coolest person EVER) who has offered to carry my earrings in her shop. That's a step in a tiny but very good direction. I also met Father Dunn who wants me to corrall my ample bosoms in a tight bodice and work his jewelry booth at the PA ren fest. He has also mentiond doing some stringing work on an hourly basis, so that's good too.
I'm returning to the person I was when I first met my ex, all those years ago. The corporate whore days are fading into a fuzzy, sad memory. I am no longer a woman who wears tasteful accessories and business drag. All the striving to fill my coffers so I could give Baby Sperm Bank Jr. a good education was just time spent running like a hamster in a wheel.
No matter. Life is short. It should be joyous. I intend to see that the rest of mine is.
I expected to make some money and connect with old friends. Instead I just barely covered my entrance fees, made some new friends (and hopefully kept the old), and returned to myself.
Having Cat somewhat to myself for several days was really wonderful. Thank you Cat, for reminding me that life is so short, but can be so good as well. Love you. Won't worry about the years I've wasted without you in my life any more.
Got to know Coop and Cindy. I can't imagine anyone I would have rather seen Harry Potter with than you guys and Maryanne. And then there was snuggling.
And there were all the honey's, too many to name, who I didn't get to hang with nearly enough because of the vending.
I've been in liminal space for a year and a half. I haven't worked since the military-industrial complex eliminated my department and turned me loose on the world. I haven't gotten nibbles on my resumes. I've watched as the businesses in this area have closed, loosing more and more IT professionals adrift on an ever shrinking job market. I've refused to submit my resume to the only business that are still thriving - the military contractors.
This is all OK. Clearly my cosmic clue by four is pointing me in the direction of sweeping change.
I talked to many people who are currently in the profession I've been considering. They all seem really happy with thier work situations. What am I waiting for? It's time to go back to school.
I know what I want. I want to be part of the solution and not part of the problem. I want my efforts to ease other people's pain. I want to make a decent, living wage. I have learned that time is far more valuable than money. I want a job that won't feel like an albatross around my neck. I want non-traditional hours. I want to be able to get away for a week in Belize or Fiji. I don't want to ever have a 24x7 pager. I don't want to work for 72 straight hours to bring a SAN back on line.
I can have the life I want as a nurse. It's time to finally choose a direction and set sail.
In other news, I came home to find that my unemployment was extended yet again. Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in. Bills will be paid, even if I don't find work. It's going to be OK. Also, while I was away a policy was put in place entitling me to a Pell grant. So yes! Give me that grant and I'll take it to nursing school. Thank you Mr. President.
Last week I hung out with Winifred (possibly the coolest person EVER) who has offered to carry my earrings in her shop. That's a step in a tiny but very good direction. I also met Father Dunn who wants me to corrall my ample bosoms in a tight bodice and work his jewelry booth at the PA ren fest. He has also mentiond doing some stringing work on an hourly basis, so that's good too.
I'm returning to the person I was when I first met my ex, all those years ago. The corporate whore days are fading into a fuzzy, sad memory. I am no longer a woman who wears tasteful accessories and business drag. All the striving to fill my coffers so I could give Baby Sperm Bank Jr. a good education was just time spent running like a hamster in a wheel.
No matter. Life is short. It should be joyous. I intend to see that the rest of mine is.