I’ve been enjoying my time off so far. So much so, that I don’t want to look for another job. I was beginning to think that my husband was accepting the fact that I’m home. But when the family came over for my youngest’s birthday party on Thursday and asked me about my job, he said that I was “currently between assignments.”

My brother-in-law then piped up about all the retail jobs that are out there. I thanked him and changed the subject. My sister and aunt told me horror stories about their retail jobs, so I won’t be pursuing those. And, after 20 years in the admin field, I am completely burned out.

Yesterday, my husband expressed his concern that his salary won’t be enough to support us. We need to quit smoking (which costs us $600/month), cut out the fast food, and learn to shop well at the grocery store. Then I think we’ll be okay.

I’m still in the research phase of finding (or developing) my own home-based business. He knows this, so he suggested that I check into becoming a Mortgage Broker or a Real Estate Appraiser. That’s what I was doing all day yesterday (when I wasn’t sleeping off this stupid cold).

Both careers are require certification and licensing, which will cost a lot of money. Then I’ll have to spend more money to market the business. This isn’t something to jump into unless you want to make a lifelong career choice out of this. I don’t know if I’ll like this choice.

I want to do something that I enjoy. I’ve wasted my entire adult life working jobs that I hate because I had no other choice. Now that my bills are paid off, I feel that I can be more selective about the path I choose. Art is my passion, whether I paint, etch scratchboards, write, etc. I’ve veered off this path many times for the sake of money, only to return full circle.

Lately, I’ve been seeing commercials for the Academy of Art and remembering how my mother wouldn’t let me go. San Francisco was too far away, she said. I laugh at this now because she sent my sister to San Diego for college (with an ulterior motive, though). I did graduate with an AS in Computer Graphics in ‘93, but found myself pregnant two weeks after I received my diploma.

Wasn’t it John Lennon who said, “Life happens when you’re making plans?” Twelve years later, I’m back at square one when most people are at the pinnacle of their careers at my age, watching that art college commercial and thinking how much technology has changed. I have a lot of catching up to do.

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