When I grow up...

Recently I had a sit-down with my boss.  She tells me she's not sure about my contract status since budget has been scrutinized in the past year, so we have to just wait and hope that they'll renew/hire me before my contract is up in June....in the meantime, I have to show this guy all that I do because he will be moving over to our team.  Hmmm.... what do you think she's tryna tell me?

After a week or two of getting over what felt a lot like rejection, I decided to move on to something else.  I dove in to the world of job searching:  updating and customizing resumes, composing cover letters, sending them all off to the abyss of job leads, job search sites, then making follow up calls, etc. when it finally dawned on me that I don't want to go back to another 9-5 gig without first deciding what I really want to do.  A job was always this thing I had to have without giving it some real thought.  Well, I thought about the salary carefully, but as far as career path, not so much.  Well, here I am in my 30s and I think it's time I give it some time and serious thinking.

I'm not really sure what's in store.  A few years ago, I took a yoga certification course.  It was a real accomplishment for me because it was a solid decision.  In fact, I started making those connections of some random event from the past that made me think, "this is meant to be!"  It felt right.  Shortly afterwards, I found myself in the unemployment line.  All of a sudden, the uncertainty of a yoga career path fell by the wayside as I scrambled for another job to maintain the bills.  I dabbled in teaching yoga on lunch breaks for a while, but an overwhelming work load and demands of motherhood kept the schedule inconsistent.  I complained a lot about not having enough time to do what I want to do.  And now that I potentially (there's a teeny weeny chance I stay at the job) have that time, I am scared!!!  I am well aware of my propensity to procrastinate and make excuses...no more I say to myself, but reality has it's way of hiding behind ideals.  And I gotta keep a sharp eye out for that as I once again embark on the yoga path.

I have a wonder-woman friend (Nicole that's you).  She gardens (more like landscape), renovate bathrooms, constructs (not bake) yummy cakes, crochets/knits purses/blankets/dresses, you name it, she's done it with a professional finish.  I am so impressed (and mildly intimidated), and she humbly says it's due to the available time she's had since she's been unemployed.  I don't know about that, I've seen some people do nothing with their free time (including me). So, if the yoga thing doesn't work out, my fall back plan is to be like her when I grow up (wouldn't hurt to get a few inches on my height either).