Isn't there something that's timeless about Bob Dylan? No matter where I am in life, his songs always find me and illuminate my path.
So I got a job. After all that drama last weekend, the local ADAMH Board called and offered me the PR position. I'm excited to jump in, since it's going to be a challenge and I'm also a little terrified thinking of the levy next year and all the work to be done. Would I ever be able to dust myself off if it failed? I'm trying not to think of it that way and instead getting excited about my new office (it has a door!! and a wooden desk!!) and my new schedule (part time, so I still get to play happy housewife) and my new mission. It doesn't come with any of the perks of being a state employee, but I'm hoping maybe someday I'll get those too. Besides, health insurance and retirement savings are for wusses.
When I told my dad (who's always felt like he best connected with me over such safe topics as "politics" and my "career"--ha!) he said, "Move over mayor, you're on your way up!" But the truth is, I've never wanted to be the mayor or any other high up official in town. I see myself more as the politico's wife, holding all the power and none of the notoriety. (I think dad despairs that I'm not much of a big dreamer)
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