I spent the weekend on a proofreading assignment. I’ve not done that in years as my eyes needed a break (and I’ve graduated from that sort of work), but this was a project I wanted to see to completion. Technology has made a huge difference, and having the text read aloud for me as I scanned it really helped me to stay on task.
The project involved having to check the résumés of Master’s degree students, among other things, and everyone seemed so accomplished and driven. And mobile. Many of them were young too, or at least younger than I am–their résumés told stories of valiant efforts to combat corruption or fraud, either that or they were building up communities or advocating for some cause or other. When they weren’t working or studying, they were volunteers, and always leaders on a mission. Oh, and their grade point averages–5.0 out of 5.0 wasn’t a rare occurrence! And some listed up to six languages spoken.
Not the best thing for someone who’s still searching for direction and meaning to look at–or maybe it was. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, my daily confidante (and the one person who’s consistently tried to contribute to my betterment by alerting me to ideas and inspirations) is away in Geneva to highlight the plight of Bangladeshi workers in Singapore–to a UN committee, no less.
Right, as I was saying: direction and purpose. I actually enjoy my work, and the act of working. It is meaningful, in its own way. It also makes me happy that I’ve secured almost 90% of the income that I wanted to generate for this year, matching what I brought in last year. Not because I’ve been out there chasing new clients–that’s an area I have to address–but because I’ve let relationships germinate, which has resulted in more extensive work. I can hopefully take a breather in June, spend quality time with the kids and Alf, and then take the next six months to lock in more work and plan for 2018/19, which probably involves a career switch because on-the-ground impact matters to me. And going full-time, because financial independence matters to me and my future, as well as that of my kids.
For now, I’m mulling over the Professional Conversion Programmes meant for transition folks like myself; I might have a good shot at getting into the social work programme because I have a specialist diploma in counselling, which I took on the year Layla was born. The other possibility that I want to explore is tech. I had a conversation with Ron about this yesterday, and it was inspiring to hear from him that he’s still in love with what he does for a living:
R: It’s my Dad! He was the Mr Gadget in our household when I was young
R: Omg! Messenger crashed!
Me: LOL! Hope you weren’t typing an epic message!
R: I was writing a huge message about how I got into loving to code
Me: Too much for messenger to handle!
He did get to finish that story, and I want to have one of my own to tell too. So my first step will be to devote at least an hour a day to finishing the 30-day Python course that I purchased on discount. Only $15!