If you haven’t followed my story for long, you may not know that I lost my job teaching at a college in December of last year. I started this blog in January to try and put my unemployment period to good use. I love teaching, but am not interested in pursuing a PhD and this limits the scope. I love people, but am ready to not be in a helping profession. This was the end of my second career. I asked all my friends and family what they thought I should do and I got hundreds of responses. The number one pick by a mile was: writer.
Now. I’ve always been a writer. I started keeping my first journal in 1980, I was ten years old. Thirty-something volumes and three blogs later…here I am. I just never really thought I could make a living. I also had a raging martyr to exorcise. This took some time. Since January, I’ve just been doing what I love the most; writing, advocacy, politics, news and Nashville. I’ve made no money, but feel reborn and really wasn’t ready to go back to counseling of any kind. It seemed like these where the only interviews offered.
About three weeks ago, I finished six rounds of interviews to do student counseling. I did it because I have three kids. I did it because I felt like I had to. I found out on a Thursday night that I didn’t get the entry-level position. I was devastated. I moaned about it to my friends on Facebook and planned to get up the next morning and get back to the demoralizing job search.
The next morning, I got an email from a former student that saw my status and said she thought her husband’s company was looking for writers. She gave me his number. I called him and we spoke for about a half an hour. He and his business partner started a digital marketing firm about a year ago. They are getting so much business they cannot keep up. They do website development, digital storytelling and branding across multiple platforms. They needed a blogger. And my student told him I was “one of her favorite people on the Planet.”
The following Monday morning, I went in to interview with both partners. One of them came to the interview barefooted. They both had on shorts. There are only about nine people total in the office and we clicked right away. They had already read my blog and knew what they were getting…and to my utter surprise, they offered me a full-time position with flexible scheduling. They also share many of my core values and don’t care that I’m a political person.
I joke that I feel like I won the job lottery. Everyone is a “creative.” They are funny, intelligent and care about the right things. I get paid to play with words and tell stories. Starting this week, I begin collaborating with clients to develop ideas for on-going blog series. I really, really enjoy it. I’ve been absent on this blog for the last ten days or so…I apologize — I’m just trying to let myself get into a rhythm.
I don’t know what it will mean to write for a living and blog for myself in the other hours…I am just tickled to try and figure it out. I want to thank all of you who follow this blog, reblog and tell others about this Big Blue Dot. I’m forever grateful for your support and kind words of encouragement. Keep checking in on me…I won’t be going anywhere, I just got to figure the best way to keep some words for myself at the end of the day. Come to think of it, I have a lot of years of experience doing this already.