Hello! Welcome once again to my blog. I guess a little background is in order. My journey sort of started about 12 years ago. I left a 30 year verbally abusive marriage to strike out on my own. My children were grown up and I felt like it was time for me. I found a job and a place to live and there I was. I learned a hard lesson that it totally sucks living on $11 an hour! You’ve gotta be super inventive about a lot of things. I rolled along for awhile like that and sorta felt like I’d hit rock bottom when I found myself driving a 1992 Saturn with roll up windows. Little did I know this was just a warm up for the main event that was coming my way!
I had scraped and clawed my way up to a job that paid $20 an hour and was feeling pretty good. I could finally really support myself. Well I got fired from that job in November of 2017. My ex husband decided to stop making the payments on the house which he had moved out of. I made the payments, ultimately had to have the thing bulldozed because the roof had leaked so badly it couldn’t be salvaged and threw the majority of my life into the biggest dumpster the waste company had to offer.
I had been looking for work and decided I’d rather stick a needle in my eye than do any of the jobs I’d applied for. Hmmm what to do? I was on unemployment and ran into a friend who mentioned retraining. My mind was racing with possibilities. I’d always wanted to work in a medical clinic so I went and checked it out. By January 2018 at the age of 59 I was officially a student! The amount of flack I got kind of surprised me. So many people thought I was too old. Nope! I say you aren’t done until YOU decide you’re done. Well during the course of going to school it was like I was on the biggest craziest roller coaster you can imagine. I had 2 dogs at the time, a Papillon named Chachi and a Beagle named Buster. I started school on a Monday and that Thursday I had to have Buster put to sleep, he probably had liver cancer and was suffering liver failure. Then I was chosen to compete in a student knowledge bowl competition in Washington DC. We went, we won and the day I came home I had to have my beloved little wingman Chachi put to sleep. He was having heart failure. My heart was kinda broken too. Then I was chosen to be the student speaker at my graduation, one day before I turned 60. What a crazy ride it was!
So here I was I was graduated, I could look for a job I would love, but the losses of the last year were staggering emotionally. I had to rise from the ashes I found myself in and reinvent myself. I’m in the process of that and that’s what this blog is all about. Let the adventure begin!