the poetry, prose and other musings of Catherine Jones McClarin
Sunday, January 19, 2014
I've applied for a job. For the first time in a really long time, it is actually something I want to do, rather than something that will earn excellent income or will allow me to contribute. I've felt like I've been sacrificing myself since I left my best-job-ever in 1993.
But things are never quite so black & white. There are very few perfect jobs. Every job requires some sacrificing of yourself, I suppose. But for now, I am allowing myself to feel some excitement about this opportunity. If it pans out, I will only be working part time and I will earn very little money compared to the executive salaries I have been fortunate to collect in previous years. But I believe I will be far happier. Fingers crossed!