with Karli Larson
The transition from stay-at-home mom to divorced-and-working-full-time mom can be challenging, and sometimes very lonely. Throw in a few cats, an ancient dog and one very brave boyfriend, and life gets downright crazy. Join me as I talk through my thoughts and struggles, my miscalculations and my triumphs. We're in this together, you and I.
When I'm not writing here you can find me over at work on the TisBest Philanthropy blog.
I lost my last steady writing job just when my ex and I separated. The company was downsizing, like most other companies were two-and-a-half years ago. But I was the senior copywriter, the ONLY writer. I was sure they couldn’t dispense with their only communications person.
Uh, yeah. Not so much. They didn’t lose any sleep over it.
I, on the other hand, lost a lot of sleep. It was the job I had been counting on to see me through the divorce, to be a constant during times of brutal inconstancy.
I switched back into freelance mode, but the only people worse off than writers were freelance writers. Unemployment thankfully saw me through. I don’t know what I would have done without it, I honestly don’t. Unemployment made it possible for me to hold it together, to at least provide some sort of security for the girls as my ex and I tried to navigate the divorce waters.
Now I am considering what I want this new life of mine to look like. Freelance work has dried up completely. Queries go unanswered. Old contacts apologize profusely, say they’re sorry, but there’s just no writing work at the moment.
I’m planning my new life, slowly but surely. I know I don’t want to stay in the same small town, if I can help it. I need work, and I don’t know if writing and editing, the career that I’ve pursued since my mid-20s, will cut it.
I am weary of hearing the mantra, “Do what you love, and the money will follow.” That hasn’t worked out so well for me, and now, with two growing girls to care for, I don’t have the luxury of only doing what I love.
They are what I love the most.
Have any of you divorced souls found that your new life necessitated a new career as well? If so, what was the switch? Did it require more schooling, more training?
Radiology tech. Vet tech. Physical therapy. I contemplate all of these things. I wonder if I could hack nursing school, but I fear phlebotomy lessons, as I tend to pass out the minute someone utters the words “vein” or “rubber tourniquet.”
What field needs me as much as I need it?
All thoughts and wisdom and advice welcome, dear readers. This Single Mom at Work needs to have, well, work.
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