This is what my life feels like right now. Terrifying and exciting. Thrilling and nauseauting. After 11.5 years of stability in his current job, my husband's career is suddenly in transition. An unexpected curve in the track.
Luckily, he's got some options. They just might take us on a different ride than we had planned.
All I can say is that after almost 19 years in the same cart, I don't mind the loop-de-loops as long as I can hold his hand.
And really, when you've survived basement apartments, infertility, multiple fractures, adoption, autism, cross-country moves, minimum wage jobs, crazy co-workers, extended family drama, surgeries, premature twins, car accidents, bike accidents and potty accidents, what's one measly little mid-life career change? You can only say, Go ahead, Life. Bring it on. After all, you gave up trying to steer a LONG time ago.
Then, you keep your arms and legs in the cart at all times. You enjoy the wind in your hair. And you try not to throw up.