I can’t say that job-searching is going spectacularly well. A little disconcerting to realise at the age of 52 that the rest of the world in all probability believes I am past my best. I guess the most important thing though is that I don’t think that. There is still some life in the old dog. Maybe a change of direction needs to be considered, but not quite yet.
I have however had an important conversation with him downstairs. I will give myself a few months of looking for sensible, normal finance jobs. If I keep being dumped on the rubbish pile then I’m going to change tack – and that is probably going to involve retraining and doing something I enjoy. Various fabricy options are on their way to creeping on the table as is training to be a tour guide. Or maybe both. Together. If I can manage it. I’m only going to do something I enjoy. That goes for the sensible jobs too. I’m only going to work with nice people doing something I like. No more unmanageable commutes or sleepless nights either. It has to be a positive step not a desperate one. Life is too short. So there. Rant over. Him downstairs understands and says he only wants a happy wife. (Which is one of the reasons he really is a keeper!).
The rather blissful thing about not having a job is that although still busy, I do have time to do fun things. It is, frankly, fab and I now understand retired people who say they don’t know how they every found time to work. (I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m actually retired and just haven’t realised it….)
I finally finished this quilt top which has been hanging around for quite a while. The pattern is The Simple Life by Camille Roskelley and the fabric an assortment of Bonnie and Camille fat quarters. So tick number one. Now onto the basting – most hated job…..
Little by little I’m having a sort-out too. One drawer or cupboard at a time. No plan. As the mood strikes me. One or two things sorted a week is starting to make a difference. We have way too much stuff, so I’m trying to simplify and get rid of things we don’t need along the way.
It feels good. Life is pretty nice.