It has been almost 3 years since I retired. Before that inevitable day, I was way too overwhelmed to do anything. I was so motivated when I thought I had more time. I had a plan. I had a dream. When that time finally came, I was pissed. I didn't want to do a damn thing. Was that the right answer? NOPE. I went to a one day resume building class. I had the beginning of one. I thought I was good. Also, another big NOPE. So, I chose to let it all sink in. The fact that my life was about to change in 6 months or less was about to be so so real. I took some time. Then I chose to say the hell with it. I started a budget, paid off my bills and chose to not work. I did enough sacrificing by spending so much in working for the past 17+ years that I said "not right now". So, that was it.
I took a lot of time to reflect. I got depressed. Then I felt relieved. Then I felt confused. There were a lot of mixed emotions going on in my head. Then the car accident happened.... I decided to keep writing. It was my way of keeping sane. I believed that I was meant to do other things. So, here I am.
I am now here trying to build a resume. I do have a lot of experience. I do have talent damnit! I still have a dream. I still have goals. I still want to help people. BUT, I also want to be a writer. I am not ashamed to say that I want to get paid to write. In order to get paid, unfortunately, sometimes it means having a resume to get that paid job. Sigh...
So here I am, with all 17+ yrs of military experience that I now need to translate into English. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
Pray for me. I am researching like a mad woman. I am asking for help. I am reaching out to all my military buddies and have thrown my hands up.
Over 17 years of experience and I am losing my ever loving mind. I feel like I need to go back to school.
Here it goes. Wish me luck. I will keep y'all posted :)