Two meetings are with people in the banking industry and two are with financial advisors.
My thinking has been evolving over the weekend. I'm still exploring commercial banking and I'm waiting to hear about the economic development job that I applied for last week.
I'm worried I may have priced myself out of the economic development job, but then again my priority is to find a career where I can concentrate on one thing. As the years of no raises piled up at the RRS I kept taking on more and more side work. I love some of them (and will continue to do them), like some of them and wasn't all that fond of a couple. But I needed the money and it allowed me to stay at the RRS.
I don't want to get into something new where I'll have a big learning curve and have to prove myself and have to work around the various side gigs. So if my price was too high for that position so be it.
The discussions with the commercial bankers have been sobering. There is interest, but I lack experience. And then there's the vacation issue. Would I be able to get enough so that I didn't feel as if I was missing the end of my daughters' childhoods.
The newest path is perhaps becoming a financial adviser. Ironically, 20 years ago I was recruited for this profession when I felt stuck at my job at the Beloit Daily News. I eventually applied with a company but they took a pass because I hadn't really built up enough contacts to make me a good risk.
In the past few years, I've enjoyed writing about personal finance. Coming out of a divorce, I had to value every dime and it was interesting to learn the various tricks to earn more and spend less. One thing I discovered is that this is a very financially illiterate area. I know there are plenty of people out there who need financial advice.
I've never been a risk taker though. Growing up, I rarely tried out for teams I didn't know I'd make. I rarely asked girls out who I didn't already know were interested. I stayed at one job because I knew how much I'd make and that I was good at it rather than exploring other opportunities. I've always calculated odds and taken the safe route. Now, I'm considering selling myself and worry I could be a spectacular failure.
And that's exciting and scary at the same time.
I had lots of time to think about the possibilities. It was a relaxing weekend. I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy with one daughter this weekend. Had drinks with an old friend. Shuttled between two houses because my daughters were dog sitting for Karen. Took the younger daughter and two friends to Magic Waters.
I start this week with the strange feeling that it's been forever since I was working and looking at the schedule and wondering a bit how to fill my time. There are things to do. I have two months to catch up on in doing the books for my sister's business. I have more work I can do on a book I'm doing for a private individual. I have things to clean/fix around the house. I also have this need to make a decision, to get back out there. It's a very strange start to the week.
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