*This post has the F bomb. But you should read it anyway.
This is me and my friend Marcy. I picked this picture because it sums us up, like Lucy and Ethel. Our greatest accomplishment as friends to date is that we both joined the country club pool this summer and neither of us has been asked to leave, not even once.
We used to have “real” jobs–the kind that get paid in cold hard cash and not peanut butter kisses. I taught high school and she managed a restaurant in Balboa, CA. We both married late, had some babies and decided to let our husbands bear the financial burden for a while. Then we came back to the workforce in pseudo-jobs, me as a daycare provider for a friend and her as a cook in a preschool.
A few weeks ago, as I was stressing over passing my real estate exam, she told me she was polishing her resume for an area manager job. And we were both dragging our feet.
Finally, I said “Look, we are college educated women. We can do this.”
And she said “I know. But why? Why rock the boat?”
Then we didn’t say anything for a minute. Not because there aren’t a million reasons why. For starters, we each have a child gravitating towards theater, which is more expensive than any youth sport ever invented in the history of the world.
We know why.
But we were scared. Change is hard. Always. Always. Always.
So I said “I’ll be brave if you will.”
And she said “OK”.
Three weeks later, I am happy to announce that we both have new jobs. We were brave.
And now we’re humbled. We don’t know anything about anything. We’re beyond Jon Snow. He at least knew winter was coming.
So please, please appreciate this text conversation, and forgive us for the F bombs.