I need to start over again.
I didn’t even really realize that that is why I want to stay out here, move somewhere else along the coast. I feel like that is important.
I want to start over again.
I’ve learned a lot. How to work in a professional setting. How to go to a “meet-and-greet” and actually talk to people. What is required in order to “pass.” I have learned skills . . . I am slowly but surely getting better at talking on the phone. I am getting better at talking to people (taking it slow and not bombarding them with everything all at once). Sometimes I can even navigate the trials of sharing between kids (that really is the main thing that they argue about, fairness and sharing). How to deal with a professional review. How asking questions of everyone and making sure everyone is included in the conversation is actually a good ice-breaker.
But it’s time to start over.
And if I stay in the same area, it’ll just be more of the same.
But here’s an idea I hadn’t thought of before.
Maybe it’s time for me to do something I have always wanted to do. Maybe it’s time for me to make the time to do that, before dedicating myself again to another job . . .