If I must start somewhere, right here and now is the best place imaginable.
Richelle. E. Goodrich
Tell you what gives. I just added to the CV list. Right now I can claim to have at least four different jobs. That’s what gives. And more so … I’m telling you it’s possible.
To the little bit of backtracking. Life did not work out the way I planned. But perhaps … in hindsight … ah well, it didn’t and is that bad thing, a good thing or just a life happens thing? I don’t regret it, am sorry it changed, wish it better and making it so.
Finding myself, at this Silver Street stage, on my own and beginning again, and in this transformation, getting out there again, working harder than I ever thought I would have to, hustling and loving it/hating it and just doing it. A year or so ago, I was almost homeless, aloneness, desperate and wallowing. Unable to see the future or even make the first move in dealing with it. And then I thought, it really is up to me, which for someone who had, well, almost it all .. was a very scary situation to be in. I had a sort of career which I still love but it was always a hobby and not a full time earning situation. Worked from home, and those walls began to close, tight and claustrophobic at times. I needed to engage, outside of the walls.
Then something interesting happened.
I took a chance.
Seeing an ad in the window of a local coffee shop, I offered my services. At first they thought I was enquiring for someone else … no … me, and of course the job was open so they had to take the chance on me, and me on becoming a, do they still call it a waitress, or waitron, not sure, but I had committed to a job in a cafe. The first few months was me, at this age, trying to keep up. Broken body, tired feet, forgetting orders, but what I did have was experience in engaging. Being more than just behind the counter, but chatting, remembering tastes, names and conversations. So what if I messed up the order, we at this age, well, we just say sorry and how is your new puppy? A year and half later, this job, though menial to some has given me a new community and I welcome each morning I enter to fresh croissants and fabulous coffee. Love it, despite the odd ‘what is this poor old woman doing working in a coffee shop? sort of staring. I have found another family, work hard and earn little but gain much.
The job gave me my self confidence back from a broken road.
The people I meet have seen more in me than just the apron.
I am a master of the latte.
I find customers have become friends.
It’s a very long way from my past life but my children are proud of me.
So, I was now travel consultant, event planner and latte thrower.
Last week, I added to my CV once again. Contacted by a friend, who had a client who was seeking just the right person to join her company. Thought of me, a lovely meeting and I am now a tour guide in London. Fits in perfectly with the cafe, the early morning and late evening at home travel business and best of all, gives me flexibility in my working life to enhance my personal life. Having so many different jobs, is possible. I love the different schedules, the challenges they bring, the people I meet and the diary that is mine. Working harder than ever before … at this age! When others are thinking of retirement. Interesting not so? Am willing to put in the hours, do the research, compartmentalise each job and give each true dedication.
How long will it last? Who knows. The body is not what it used to be, the future is still vague to say the least, but what I am trying to say is … if you are at that sticky point, that Oh my, I don’t know what is to become of me, I have no confidence or doubt my ability to grow … this random fifty year old something is getting up and out there.
And you can too. The job may not be what you thought you would do, it may not be the life you had, or wished you still have, but if the lemons came at you big time, at any stage of your life, starting small, doing the small stuff and making your days busy, filled and purposeful, you will find a new kind of empowerment. Just enough to get you planning again, out there with people again, knowing you worked harder than you ever have before and you are doing it for yourself this time.
Pride. Interesting thought. In the mistakes, the losses, the loving and the losing, it’s not about pride … it’s about working hard to get that back. The you back. And it is possible. That’s when pride comes … when you take the fall and stand up again, in any way you can.
We all struggle, at any age. This one, just a little more taxing.
Gosh, starting again at this age is tough, but it is possible. Believe me.
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