Next week is my last week as a nanny. I've been with the same family, and the same little girl, for almost seven years. The job has blessed me with love and laughter, sadness and wisdom and, above all else, it has granted me stability. I'd had about four different jobs within a year before stumbling into nannying and I'd allowed my creative pursuits to be buried within the tumultuous job turnover.
Not anymore. With steady wages secured - and employers that have always supported the loftier pursuits that would eventually lead me away from their family - I found my passion as a writer. I rolled up my sleeves and got dirty, wrote some truly terrible books in my quest to find a voice, and through it all, I've grown... As a writer and a future parent. Somewhere in the midst of all that, I found peace in my heart and opened myself up to the biggest surprise yet: a best friend and a wife.
Life has been good, guarded inside the safety of this particular resume pocket, but now... I move on.
There was a time when I had hoped to transition cleanly from nannying to Dream Job - art, writing, AUTHOR! - but I'm not quite there. Yet. I could list a hundred reasons why I'm stepping off this ledge without any semblance of a net below, but the underlying reason is simply because it's time for something wonderful and new. Something I know I'm going to be ready for because I've had seven long years to prep. I can feel it in the project I'm working on, I can feel it in the choices I make - like weighing out The Wants (SCBWI Conference - Judy Blume! Bruce Coville! Maggie Stiefvater!) vs. The Needs (today's Writer's Digest Webinar on editing and prepping a book for submission with agent Kate McKean). It's time, Man.
I yam what I yam, and what I yam is ready to go.