I have to make some big changes in my career. Soon. Well, soonish.
Because some of my revenue streams have evaporated, new ones need to be tapped. Because I work in an ever-changing medium, adjustments need to be made all the time, and truth be told I’ve gotten pretty lazy about keeping up with those changes while traveling the country with my family.
I’ve made significant changes outside of my work life in the last year. My husband has become temporarily unemployed in order to travel full time and take on the responsibility of our children’s education. I moved out of a 3,000-square-foot home into a 24-foot travel trailer. I’ve visited dozens of American cities in the last eight months. I’ve gone from a two-car household to a one-car family, often not only sharing a vehicle but doing so in completely unfamiliar surroundings.
Yes, there have been a lot of changes for me in the last year, and so I have been understandably lax about keeping up with the ones that need to be made professionally.
But now, it’s time. Or almost time. It probably should be time, but I am struggling with being the ringleader of my own career.
I want a boss. Well, kind of. I want someone to make the big decisions, do the leg work, and email me a list of tasks to be completed every day. I suppose that sounds more like a manager than a boss. But I only want a manager long enough for me to regain my momentum on a new track, then I’ll happily retake the reigns.
It’s times like these when I wonder about my decision to live and work outside the corporate world, to forge my own road and go my own way, so to speak. The machete that clears the way gets a bit at times, and I’d just like someone else to do the heavy lifting for a bit.
Who wants to (temporarily) be the boss of me?