Prepping your body and brain to go back out in to the work force is not an easy thing. I have decided to start looking (for projects, contracts, and last resort- a full time job) , mostly because a few very interesting opportunities have popped up. It is time to get that resume, and bio in shape. I need to be ready to go just in case anyone is actually, seriously interested. I LOVE the idea of what another income could do for my family. I am a little concerned about my ability to hang with the big boys of Corporate America again. Is it like riding a bike? Will my skills re-emerge on demand? What the heck to people wear to jobs these days??? My Mom uniform of Yoga pants, flip flops, and tank tops might need a little freshening up. My "I'm growing my hair out" perma ponytail, might have to go too. I know many a friend who is contemplating the same thing. Moms who have been volunteering, and leading brownie troops for more years than they ever worked are considering making the jump. A little scary. We'll see how it goes. There is no mistaking the potential blessing working could be. Well Lord, it is in your court. Resume done, check. Bio written, check. Decent head shot taken, check. If you want me to work, I am ready to interview!
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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