In my head, I still feel like the gawky 11 year old shown above. Standard issue, over-sized wire-rimmed glasses circa 1977 were the norm, as was the requisite broken heart shirt. Not pictured, but still standard, were the Korb’s Trading Post colored jeans with bell bottoms and a painfully high waist.
The reality is that I am a 46 year old mom of three boys. I have a law degree which gathers dust in the back of a file folder labeled, “Someday”. For now, the legal skills obtained during the course of that education are currently being utilized in my day to day interactions with my three underage employees/employers. I spend my day negotiating, mediating, managing contracts, interpreting and adjudicating labor rules and issues, and articulating (with some finesse, I might add) the management’s expectations in an ever-changing and unpredictable work environment.
But ultimately, ‘who I am’ is something that has yet to be determined. However, I can say that any remarkable qualities I may possess are a direct consequence of all the people who have given their love to me over the expanse of my life (which is hurtling toward the deep space of middle age at an alarming rate.). So to all of those people, past and present…thank you for me.
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