Today I learned that I didn’t get a job I was hoping for. It would have allowed me a lot more freedom with my time, since I could have telecommuted. The people I interviewed with seemed very nice, and everything went well, so the news was a surprise to me.
I wrote in a previous post that I want to work for myself. I’ve done that in the past, and the time has come for me to make that transition again. I believe what might be seen as bad news is actually good news. That decision by the hiring person or committee not to hire me might have been the best thing that’s happened to me lately. Now, I’m more inspired than ever to find a professional path I can be happy with, on my own terms.
Yes, I’m 51 years old. And yes, it’s a little scary to think about what a wrong move might cost me, financially and otherwise, at this point. But if I truly listen to myself, as I’m attempting to do every day (with a struggle, I might add), I know that working for myself is no longer just a fun fantasy to have. It’s a must-have.
Today, I’m choosing to see the good in the things that happen to me.