This is a true story. I realize some of this advice is not for everyone. I am a risk taker and I have a low tolerance for boredom. But I will tell you this, if you set your sights on a goal and believe in the possibilities, you can do anything you dream.
Near the tail end of my so-called accounting career, I found myself in a cubicle working at a dead end corporate job. I landed in this situation because my family needed not only the money but the health insurance. It was not an ideal time to be looking for work. The victim of a corporate buyout, I was unemployed for 14 months and started my job a week before Shearson Lehman filed bankruptcy. Despite all that, I had barely collected an unemployment check. Temporary jobs kept me busy but they didn't provide health insurance and the COBRA payments were destroying our savings account. Although I knew a cubicle job 45 minutes from home was not an ideal situation, my back was against the wall so I took the job. Four years later, this is how I escaped.
- Downsize. Two years into the job my youngest daughter left for college in Denver. We had lived in our old house for 20 years. Set on two acres along the Squamscott River, it was a beautiful place to raise children but the endless mishaps and upkeep were wearing thin. We bought the house at auction in 1991, around the time the American economy was experiencing a housing bust, so we were sitting on a bit of equity that we desperately needed for college tuition and debt accumulated during the lean years. It was time to go. Somehow I managed to convince my husband and the house sold in six months. At first the girls weren't happy. "Where will we have Thanksgiving?" they asked. "Home is not a place," I told them. "Home is the people you love. Besides, your father and I can't stay here just to cook turkey one day a year. They have turkeys in Florida."
Ten days after applying for the job, my husband and I can call ourselves innkeepers and I am going to need to buy not only more sweaters but socks and winter boots too. Back in Florida, we are packing boxes for the fourth time in two years. At the age of fifty-eight we are off on another adventure.
Over the past year, I finished a third novel. It was ready to go last week but there was the minor delay due to the major life change. It seems oddly appropriate that we flew to New England on April Fool's Day. Are we nuts? Who would return to New England after the winter they just had? Is winter even over up there? And it's true, some people do think I'm crazy. One of my readers on Amazon commented, "usually by the time you're middle aged, you've worked through your choices in life... In my opinion, you don't have daydreams about how romantic your life should be."
It seems a rather bleak outlook to me. In my opinion, daydream believers sometimes do succeed at bringing their dreams to life. I wrote a book about a woman escaping a cubicle to run a B&B and here I am, a woman who left her mundane cubicle job and is about to run an inn in Connecticut. But I'm even crazier than you might think because I have more than one dream. My third novel is now available on Amazon. It's titled Life Is All This. And that is certainly true.
***Please visit my blog to follow my continuing adventures in writing and innkeeping.
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