It’s Friday afternoon, sunny, hot and I am in the same place. My headset has been glued to my ears for the last three hours listening to the speaker’s drone on about a competitor’s technology.“But we are faster and save them money because of ….”“ A company said they had a problem with … because of ….”
For the first time, in a long time, I actually listen.
“What am I doing here? I do not belong here. I am not sure what my purpose is but this is definitely not it.” My head recites the mantra of the last 3 years, “At least you have a job.” Frankly head, I don’t give a damn.”
I am moving into a growth phase, I can feel it. I have been here before, and the difference is that I am letting it take me. I am also giving it some fuel. I have taken up golf, my short game is better than my long. The fact that I know what that means is a huge plus. I have started a yoga practice, and that really surprises me. Yesterday morning I joined a dozen women on the 80th Street beach in Harvey Cedars to find my center. I have rejoined Weightwatchers to lose the pounds I lost five years ago along with the “ new friends” they brought with them. I am starting a blog.
I am a mother of triplet daughters and a stepmother to two sons. I am in the third year of my second marriage to a man who retired 6 months after we said our vows. Today I am pushing through my third career toward retirement before I am too old to recall the word. I have worn the badge of the widow, divorcee, outsourced/downsized employee, infertility patient, oldest sibling and daughter of an aging parent.
They say if something is too easy, you don’t remember it. I remember a lot.
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