I don’t really believe in luck but I do believe we are given many paths to chose from.
One of my paths was something many women in their mid-forties experience, I got a divorce. After a twenty-five year marriage, I did what every middle aged adult does nowadays – looked to the internet. Yes, I tried dating sites. It was entertaining at first, flattering even. There were men of all shapes, sizes and ages that wanted to take me out.I realized something…I attract the same kind of guy I was married to, not what I was looking for. So what changed? Facebook. Oh, I’d been on there for a few years but I found an old boyfriend on there about eighteen months ago and twelve months ago we started dating again. He was unlike the other men, kind, caring, thoughtful, and my girlfriends and my family loved him. New Year’s weekend we were engaged.
Another path I chose was when I adopted my daughter fifteen years ago. She was eleven years old at the time so I missed the baby stage, the terrible twos and so on. Two and a half years ago something wonderful happen – my granddaughter was born. I know everyone thinks their grandchildren are special but mine truly is. Now, I get to make up for it. Every time I see her there is something fun and silly about her. Frozen, the movie, is her favorite and she sings “Let it go” and spins around the living room. Oh, and every photo has her picking her nose. Ladylike, she is not.
This most recent path is probably my best. I know, a new love and a baby are tops on most lists but once I tell my story it will be understandable why this is the best part.
Two years ago I started working with a friend when my previous position ended. When I first arrived at her company it was a pleasant enough and everyone was friendly. However, as time went by I discovered that my boss was an actual psychopath. He could be very nice but if he thought I made him look bad to his customers, by making an innocent mistake, he would blow a gasket, curse at me and fire me. Oh, he couldn’t really fire me, I actually worked for the owner, but it was still scary, especially after I heard he’d hit a guy at a baseball game and put him in a coma. There were a few other stories as well, one was that he had a gun in his desk. Suffice it to say I’m not perfect, despite what I’d like to believe, and mistakes do happen, not on purpose, of course. It was a terrifying way to work.
Anyway, I had been job hunting sporadically when I found my new job. I have been so stressed that I’ve had a hard time focusing to write. When your phone dings at all hours of the day and night, including weekends, it’s hard to enjoy doing anything. But I’ve escaped the black hole that was sucking me in and have spread my wings. I have a position that will allow me to have the career I never had, working with people who are fairly normal.
My life is now on track with a wonderful love, a career that will allow me to feel creative when I’m home, and an adorable granddaughter to play with. Some may call it luck but I think I’ve had more control than that. Choose your paths wisely.