We recently moved to Missouri, and we are only here for about a year (long story). The plan was that I’d get a part time job, something to help with car payments, or for extra spending money on the weekends. As soon as the last box of odds and ends was unpacked, I started applying for jobs in the area. I was feeling motivated and ready to be an employee. Days, then weeks went by with zero responses. I’d applied for nearly a dozen jobs, and eventually heard back from two, letting me know that “we regret to inform you that at this time we do not have a position available“. The only people interested in “hiring” me were the scam artists trolling SitterCity, which was incidentally my last resort for respectable work. It didn’t take long to start feeling demoralized.
I expressed these frustrations to my husband. It’s not as though I’m uneducated and inexperienced, I lamented. I have the potential to be good at many different jobs, and doesn’t frickin’ life experience count as something? I wondered if my husband expected me to “be successful” by earning of money. Would he suspect that I was just sitting around the house drinking vodka, watching Netflix and writing (which I admittedly do quite religiously) and be disappointed in his unsuccessful wife who couldn’t even land a job as a cashier?
“Everything happens for a reason. We are only here for one year.” my husband told me. “Time is already passing. What do you want to do while we are here? Decide what you want to do and then do it. I will support your decision.”
I’d already considered what I really want to accomplish during the next year. It didn’t really make sense to spend several months searching for a job, only to begin my exit strategy immediately after securing said job. And, to be honest, I don’t feel as enthusiastic about working part time as I do about writing full time. I have been looking for the opportunity to focus on my writing. Funny how life works. Here we are in a quiet neighborhood. My kids go to school and give me a long day to write and think. We have only about nine months left here, and none of my accomplishments have been work-related. I am happy all the same.
What would you do if given a full year for anything you want? If you had the time and resources to pursue any interest, goal, relationship, or challenge, would you do it, or would you squander the opportunity? Take a moment and consider your options. What about that new hobby you’ve been mulling over; or perhaps you want to revisit a skill from your younger days? Will you find a new friend to accompany you on adventures, or rekindle an old romance? Will you make time for an exotic trip, or will you turn your home into a lush stay-cation spot? What about learning a new language or picking up an ethnic cookbook? Think of all the possibilities. The clock is ticking.
P.S. Besides focusing on writing for the next year, I’ve decided to try to learn German and Italian using the free online program known as Duolingo. This is either a great idea or completely insane (I will be updating you on it, down’t worry).