I started working when I was fourteen but my first real world job didn’t officially start till my late 20s. I was a newly single mom with two sons, sharing custody with my ex and living at my parents’ home. I didn’t plan for it to work out this way and I was set on starting out again. I carefully crafted my resume, uploaded it online and started applying everywhere I could, every chance I got. I devoted all my free time to finding something. I didn’t want to live at home and I promised myself I would have a place of my own by 30. And then I got a bite in San Diego. I would be two hours south. Away from my sons. I decided I would do the phone interview. I got a call back requesting an interview. I was so so nervous, it was moving too fast but I was determined to see where this was going.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My dad dropped me at the train station, the ride wasn’t so bad, I got to San Diego and grabbed a cab to the hospital. It ended up being a panel interview, the first time I ever did one in my life. The best memory of that day (and would shape almost all my future work decisions) was when I was waiting in line for the train back and a random lady in her 50s told me that the best thing she’s done in her life was changing careers. Not once but five times. Three days later, I was offered the management position. I said yes and started looking for an apartment. I didn’t realize the background check would take forever and the day I signed the offer letter, I decided I would celebrate in Las Vegas with my brother and sister.
That was 10 years ago. In that time I found Chris, quit that job, had Duke, got married, had Omie and now on a whole new wonderful adventure.
I learned that you can always start again.
What advice would you give your younger self?
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