I have a hundred blog ideas, but when I sit down to write, they become too heavy or political or revealing. I’ve wanted to write about Henry leaving the baby stage behind, about reading as a form of protest, and about my fear that our country is headed for some sort of civil war. For now, I am going to write about the future because I’m trying to focus my energy there.
The job hunt continues. You might remember that I wrote about the “Designing Your Life” book a few months ago, and I have tried to put that advice into action. In addition to applying for jobs and networking, I’m looking for classes and volunteer work that can help me hone new skills. If nothing else, these activities give me less time to worry about being permanently unemployed.
To that end, I am also thinking about a Plan B. I’m in a field that has a far greater supply of workers than jobs, and I have doubts about being able to remain in writing and editing for the rest of my career. It might be time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up (Not a nurse!).
I’ve always felt a bit cheated out of my higher education. I got my master’s in journalism immediately after I finished my bachelor’s. I did this mainly because Greg and I were planning to get married, and I needed to find a way to stay in a little college town while he finished his master’s. I would have been better off working for a few years and then going back for a degree in something else. There’s really no need for a master’s in journalism. I guess I’m saying all of this because even though I have a master’s degree, it doesn’t feel as though I do. It’s not giving me an advantage in the job market, and I don’t have a lot of options with two degrees in the same field.
What if I had a master’s in another field, maybe public health or policy? I like research and analysis, and I already have some experience in advocacy in terms of maternal health. Some of my friends have asked, incredulously, whether I really want to go back to school. I don’t love the idea of paying tuition and spending two years doing homework. I do love the idea of having a shiny new degree that could help me land a job where I get to do meaningful work. How long can I complain about being unemployed? At some point, I have to try something new.
Along with that, I’m pondering summer plans. The 100-degree heat is draining, and the older the kids get, the harder it is to keep them busy all day when everyone else is going to camp or out of town. Last summer, I went into a serious funk, and I promised myself that I would do things differently this year. Well, it’s almost February, which is when all of the summer camp sign-ups begin.
As much as I’m hoping that I will have a job soon and the kids will be off to camp/day care with their friends, I have to prepare for the opposite. Greg and I have started talking about where we could rent a place for a month or so in the summer. Greg could work from one of his company’s other offices or from home, and the kids could explore a new place. His company does have an office outside Boston, and the idea of having access to that city, along with Vermont, New Hampshire, and Canada is appealing. Not too shabby for a Plan B, right?
Addendum: The governor signed an order today to freeze all state hiring through the summer, and since all of the jobs I have applied for are state jobs, I guess that means Plan B. Or Plan C. Is there a Plan C?