Starting Over

There is nothing worse then being let go from a job that you love. Well, I know there are worse things, but you know what I mean. 

I loved my job. Maybe not the people I worked with, but I loved what I did. I miss doing it. At first I was really, really angry that they let me go after being there for so long.  But it’s been five months since I was laid off of my job of over thirteen years, and I’m ready to start over. To start something new. 

I have to be honest, I have absolutely NO IDEA what I am doing. Completely flying by the seat of my pants. I think I am doing it right, but I guess that is yet to be determined. It took a while for me to figure out what it is that I want from the career side of my life, but now that I have my destination in my sights, there is no way I can back down now. 

I am an artist. Not in the traditional Picasso-type way, but I love to create… well, everything. As far back as I can remember, I loved it. When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to take me to the newspaper he worked for. I would sit in the art department and watch them layout the articles and design the advertising, mesmerized. There was something about the flow of what they were doing that caught my attention. I loved the buzz of the office too, people scurrying about carrying important news from one place to another. I think it was there that the initial spark was lit. By the time I was a senior in high school, more than half of my classes were taking place in the art rooms and my first two years of college were chock full of clay, paint and pencils. 

Of course, life doesn’t always play out the way you think. I went off course for a while, but eventually I ended up sitting behind a desk at a small family run print shop doing exactly what I had watched those women do at the Woodbridge News Tribune some fifteen years earlier. Freaky, right?

I spent thirteen years at that desk. There were so many late nights getting the papers together that it felt like an extension of myself. Leaving it, was one of the hardest things I have done. Like I said before, it took a while, but I am ready to leave that desk behind and start anew, on my own terms. 

I’m starting my own design firm. That’s the destination. The end game. Something sustainable so that I can work from home and be here to take care of our three beautiful kids. So, if you want to bare witness to the fun, follow along on my journey. I can’t guarantee that I will always stay on topic, or that I will be successful. It is going to be interesting, I can guarantee you that. 



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