For twenty-five years, I worked in the medical field. I loved the work, most of the time. I loved the staff and co-workers, most of the time. I was on the cusp of the new generation of kids who do not seem to want to work for a living, but instead parade themselves questionably in hopes of enough likes to monetize their social media. I worked hard and advanced well in my career, that is, until I had my son.
I chose to leave the workforce and dedicate myself to raising him. I wanted him to always have a parent available, and he is all the better for it. So am I. I missed nothing, and I got everything from motherhood, which makes it a pleasure. And then he grew up.
Life changed again. I was twenty years out of the workforce, with no clue what to do with myself. My job title was mom. Well, mom, chauffeur, swim mom, cook, etc. I quit my single career and gained several in the process. I have no regrets. But who am I? What am I now, if not mom?
I spent a month or more, bored out of my mind. I had no marketable skills left. The medical field advanced and moved on without me. The prospect of returning to school, or worse, working for less than I was worth, was unappealing. That’s when I decided to start a blog to dog-ear life experiences and compile enough for a book. I loved it.
One day, a friend read it and said I should write. I had a talent for it and should not waste it. That was the beginning of my labors as a writer. I began writing and submitting my poems and stories. At first, the work was rough, but it improved, and within the first month, I had a couple of pieces published. I developed a passion for it and enjoy it.
I had lost my purpose, but I found a new one. I share my thoughts, life experiences, and my heart with others, hoping some will benefit or feel less isolated. I bare my soul. I held one title for twenty years, and now I have a new one, hopefully for the next twenty.
Someone once said, like so many others, that if you work and labor at what you love and enjoy, it is never work. That is true. Empty nesting is not as boring as I expected.
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