So the kids are back in school . . . and I'm floundering. I had two plans. One involved revising my resume and submitting it for some adjunct teaching - which I did - only to have no response. I've called but it appears there is no room at the inn for now. Plan two is more far fetched, less likely to have any success, and requires me to jump off a hypothetical cliff with no safety harness in sight. I thought I could it, but I appear frozen at the precipice.
So how does one go about creating Act III? I can't work full time as my parenting services are needed, but I need something. The all encompassing question of "what do I want to be when I grow up" looms frightfully before me. I am so damn fortunate that I have this choice at this time; so I just need to slide on my big girl panties and jump.