A Work In Progress...
Just a few years ago, right before the recession, I was on top of the world. I had a high paying, high profile and high pressure career as a Quality and Training Consultant for a top rated insurance conglomerate. My manic plans included a move to Hartford, CT to work in home office and basically had it in my mind to run the entire company as a five year goal.
However, being a person of natural discontent, I eagerly quit my AWESOME job to brave the world of insurance sales.... BIG MISTAKE. I really SUCKED at sales, people could smell my fear and my obvious apologetic approach kept me from making a single sale the entire six months I worked for the company.
Fortunately, I was able to find work back in my chosen profession as a nurse case manager for a large hospital system. However, at the time, my marriage was falling apart, we were financially bankrupt from two unsuccessful career changes (his and mine), we all had chronic medical issues, out the roof co-payments and to top it off our son was admitted into and inpatient psych hospital for 4 months. I lost that job on top of everything else going on in my life.
My world was spiraling out of control and I couldn't help but lay on the floor in fetal position asking God - 'WHERE ARE YOU?" - LITERALLY.
I was in a place of loneliness and isolation, finding myself in mid-life asking, "Is this it?" and came to a conscious attitude that - HECK NO! I want to live again.
What happened to that guitar playing, singing, tree hugging, artist hippie girl of my youth? I had become a frumpy, depressed, Xanax chomping middle aged drone of a housewife and simply had to reclaim my life. Damn the consequences.
Now, I'm writing again, continuing to take photographs and fulfilling my creative desires in new and different ways. And like any masterful piece of art, the finished product has yet to reveal itself, but at least I'm painting the picture.