I’ve started as a volunteer for a local Historical Society. Mainly because I need the experience to advance myself in a direction I’d like to go. I find it nearly impossible to get the experience in the history and genealogy fields without putting in the time for free. I’m ok with that, particularly since I never did an internship in college and it seems that is the way to go these days. I’m eager to learn and I’m hoping they see some sort of potential in me so I can eventually sign on as a regular fixture.
I tried to tell them I’m an old soul, so I had a lot of historical knowledge first hand already, but they said, well, they didn’t say anything. No, I didn’t really say that to them, but I’ll bet a lot of old souls are drawn to that field simply because there is something familiar to reel them in. Maybe it’s not obvious and maybe some of these people just love history, but I always wonder how stories of yesteryear fascinate some so much and others could really care less.
None of us are the same and thank God for that. Although there are a few people I’d have liked to clone; if I were into that modern technology sort of thing.
We’ve travelled overseas, worked our tails off and I’m officially unemployed. This is all a good thing, but it has taken a toll on my time. Today is the official start of a new life and a happier Mae. The weight has already been lifted, though it seems very surreal. Having left a stressful and unrewarding career behind, I’m on the hunt to do what makes me happy and somehow find a way for it to pay off in satisfaction and eventually to pay some bills. I’m lucky because I have an incredibly supportive husband who would rather see my smile than my paychecks, at least for a little while. He’s giving me the chance to do good for others and for us, despite the sacrifices that may lie ahead.
The World Is Your Oyster by Bill Frymire
I have a lot of ideas and wonderful volunteer opportunity that I start at the end of this week. One that I’m hoping leads me down the road to a career of history and ancestry, and maybe a few other options. I’ll be immersed in the smell of old books and side by side with brainy researchers. It’s the first step toward working toward something that has appealed to me since the fourth grade. Will this be my career or will it just lead me to something else? Who knows, but if I didn’t take the leap, we’d never ever know. Life is full of chances and I’m about to take a lot of them.
Thanks for following me to my new address; I’m so lucky to have you along for the ride.
Tell me about some of the chances you’ve taken. Was there ever a chance that didn’t pay off or at least bring you some sort of opportunity or happiness that you may have never realized?