When you navigate your next, you need a compass and a map. If you were going to hike a new trail, would you bring a compass or a map? You can only choose one and there’s no cell service, but the distance and terrain are within your strength and skill. . . .Read the full post.
A friend of mine is celebrating her first day of retirement today. After forty-five years as a music educator. In the same job. That she landed straight out of college. She’s never had to navigate the in-between. The world of work doesn’t work that way any more. It hasn’t for. . . .Read the full post.
I was this close to going to law school. In a quarter-life crisis, before quarter-life crises were a thing, ignoring my heart’s desires, my exploration of “respectable” careers – where respectable was code for lucrative jobs that my parents would understand – led me to taking the law boards. Correction. Rocking the LSAT. Nuts,. . . .Read the full post.
Change happens. Catalysts spark big change. I am so not talking high school chemistry. Sophomore year: the perfect storm of my teenaged flake-out and Mr. Elmer’s elephant-like memory. And possible mid-life crisis. The only teacher to remember my big brother after eleven years, he still held a grudge against Steve. . . .Read the full post.
Looks to me like you just can’t keep a job. Wry smile and twinkle in his eye notwithstanding, my accountant’s remark stung. Fresh out of music school, I was making ends meet the best I could while interviewing for a full-time teaching job. Logging more than 40 hours a week. . . .Read the full post.