Do you ever have the feeling that sometimes things happen, unplanned things usually, but they are just meant to be?
I have had a strong feeling for a few months that I was at a turning point in my life. I couldn’t put my finger on anything specific, but I was a little restless and beginning to think that a change was in the air. Those of you who pop in here regularly know that I haven’t had the easiest time teenager-wise in the last few months and for a short while I was struggling and my life felt like it was stuck under a big, black cloud.
With a little bit of professional help things have started to turn around and I’ve been feeling much better. But still there has been this antsy feeling. I’ll turn 50 this year, my oldest daughter will leave school, my son will hopefully find an apprenticeship and there’s a feeling of flux and change in the air.
Job-wise I’ve kept myself busy for the last decade with freelancing as an editor, translator and corrector for academics – all done from home and fitting around the children. I like it, but it’s sporadic and somehow I have been feeling ready for more.
Last weekend I was contacted by an old friend about a job in finance (pre-children I was an accountant, well technically I still am, but just a resting one!). I hadn’t considered going back to my old profession – I thought I was too old and had been away too long and nobody would consider me – and on top of that I didn’t think I’d find a job that I would get excited about….and let’s face it, at 50 you aren’t going to get up and go to work to do a job that you hate or that bores you if you can help it…
So I never thought about accounting.
Until last week. When rather unexpectedly what appears to be the perfect job fell into my lap. A job that was interesting and challenging, where nobody cared that I’d been away so long, but rather looked at what I could do, where the chemistry was just right from the off, the part-time hours flexible and just what I would have chosen. A job that comes with an adorable Scottie dog who sleeps in a cupboard and begs for pieces of apple… It really couldn’t be better.
So that’s it. I’m putting on my accountant’s hat and pulling out the smart clothes and joining the big kids again.
Miracles do happen.
It feels like it was meant to be.
I will still be blogging and running and quilting and knitting…just maybe not quite as much!
Wish me luck. I feel like I’m starting a whole new phase of my life – and it feels pretty cool!