Ten years

This morning I had my photo taken (blech) in honor of my tenth year at my company. I can’t believe I’m still here; it just isn’t something I expected, since I had been averaging about 3 years with my previous employers. When I think about it, a lot has happened in this time:

  • worked in 3 different positions
  • became a manager for the first time
  • experienced two healthy pregnancies and, thankfully, the births of two healthy babies
  • left work for two maternity leaves — the first, which I was all too happy to come back from to reclaim my former self from a needy newborn; the second, which seemed much too short because I had gained a sense of how quickly a child grows up
  • built a house with The Ex
  • moved out of that house and bought one of my own
  • went through a divorce
  • experienced the promise of the kind of relationship I want and need
  • changed my name back
  • found my identity
  • discovered what I want to be when I grow up
  • wrote a novel
  • wrote a lot of other stuff — and saw my first two essays published
  • started a blog
  • redesigned my blog – yes, it’s just about ready!
  • got psyched about turning 40 this summer (yep, you heard me say it!)
  • learned to value my friends and family more
  • learned that the only person I need to please is me

I know a million other things have happened, but those are the ones that come to mind. One of my favorite quotes is:

Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity…

~ Gilda Radner

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to see what the next ten years bring.

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9 thoughts on “Ten years

  1. Congratulations on all your amazing accomplishments over the past 10 years. What a ride! I think I may have inadvertently stumbled on your new blog…wow, looks great.

  2. What an inspiring post, Susan. I am in awe of you. In addition to everything else you accomplished (the novel, the essays, the house, the positions), it’s so cool that you reclaimed your name.

    Looking forward to the new blog design. Hey, can we have a look at the photo taken this morning when it becomes available?

  3. Terry: thank you. Please don’t be in awe (hell, you haven’t seen that photo, believe me!) We all have so much that happens in our lives; I just had never really thought about everything that has happened in a specific period of time.

    And, Tonya, it is one of my favorite quotes, but I’m not always fond of the ambiguity part either. Nah, that part I could do without, but…

  4. I remember 40 — 40 is great! I celebrated my 40th with my 4 month old son in my arms. Now 50 is not something I’m embracing. I still have 18 mos to go to wrap my head around it.

    I am almost 10 years older than you and I still have not held a job more than than 5 years. You get a gold star!!

    Your list is great, too.
    🙂

  5. Susan,
    I LOVE the picture on this blog. You look GORGEOUS. Liz C., I know what you mean. 40 didn’t phase me at all. I liked my 40s, but when I turned 50 in February, I wasn’t feeling much like partying. Coulda been because no one except my sons ( now 22 and 24)remembered and that was only because I reminded them that 50 was BIG every few days and I threatened them, which doesn’t do much good. They’re bigger than me ( one of them decided he’d had enough of the sound of my voice one day in High School and just picked me up and removed me from standing in front of the frontdoor and left in the new car his Disneyland Dad bought him. (I am not BITTER). After they were 18 and they’d do something I found intolerable, my friends would say, “Kick them out.” Great idea, but they own a third of the house. Kick them out? No can do). They live around 2 1/2 hours away : ) because when we lived in Burbank they modeled and did commercials…and the doting Pop( my Dad, left them college money), and of course, each own a 1/3 of the house as do I. My Dad apparently thought this was a good idea when he scribbled his will on an envelope on the way to FL. a few months before he died from lung cancer. My brother and I made the mistake of not burning it when we found it buried in his sock drawer. Oh well, hindsight is a beautiful thing. Don’t get me wrong. They’re terific young men.I rented out their rooms last August to two college students, very close to my kids’ ages. Synchronicity. One moved out during Spring break. No biggie. It was as if he wasn’t even there because he rarely came out of his room. My favorite moved out today. I am terrifically bummed that there’s a waiting list a mile high for Architecture majors at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. He did get into Cal Poly Pomona. He’ll continue to try to get in up here. Good tenants can be hard to find. There’s no lack of people needing rooms. It’s getting the right combo. So, I think I miss my kids even more. My oldest sent me a card today….just ‘cuz. Pretty cool.
    I held down a job for 20 years raising my kids and half the kids in my little town, but I won’t be winning any awards for that. Congrats Susan!!!
    Oh, I’ve been looking over some of my posts……would someone PLEASE remind me to “Proof my work BEFORE I post.”
    Thanks and once again, Susan, you really look gorgeous and ten years younger in that photo and I am VERY serious. I can’t believe you’re not beating gorgeouse young guys and gorgeous billionaires (millions just don’t go as far as they used to)with a 2×4 (sticks just break…..of course if he was cute enough and rich enough and you were crazy about each other better use the stick.
    Lisa

  6. Lisa, I’d say you accomplished PLENTY in 10+ years – don’t discount that, especially having the heart (and patience) to raise not only your sons, but half of the town! And, I appreciate your kind words about the site and photo. I might have to hire you as my PR specialist…and body guard to fend off the boys! 😉 (Ha, I wish!)

  7. Thanks Susan. You’re sweet. I’ll tell you, I have daycare stories as good as my online dating stories, like Mom’s calling at 5:00, asking if I could feed and bathe her daughter because she needed to go shopping and then maybe out for a drink. Heck, I have no life. My husband would LOVE another kid in the apartment when he got home, as he was so delighted with the 2 that were his. I told her, “Hey, why not? You DID read the contract? The part that says that it’s an extra $15.00 for every 15 minutes after closing. I close at 5:00.” Or the gals who dropped their 3 year old on my doorstep on Monday morning, still in their jammies, bag of donut holes clutched in their hand. The Mom mumbles something to the effect of “I don’t know how you do this every day. I can’t through the weekend. I can’t wait to get to work.” They had just read my add on Friday and spoke to me for 10 minutes, signed the contract and left her kid with a total stranger the next day. It still amazes me. The time 6 of them came down with chicken pocks and I had Moms and Dads begging me to please take the older siblings whose nursery school or kindergarten wouldn’t take them. I just loved those oatmeal baths for 3 at a time. PR, sure. Gotta do something about my editing and proofing these days. When I was 22 or so and not married, no kids, living alone. I worked at the city library in the children’s library. Our Librarian, with the master’s degree and who had been a librarian for at least 15 years couldn’t write a sentence or spell. Neither could the Librarian’s Assistant, so no notes, memos, letters or any written of importance had to go by the clerks desk before going out. The clerk was me. I did all of the work and they made all of the money. Amazing. Life never ceases to amaze me. My boys would make better bodyguards once those gorgeous dudes start knocking down your door. They can pick me up and I’m not skinny since I broke my back. You laugh, but I’m telling you, when I was your age I had plenty of guys around 30-35 calling me. They’re kinda fun for a while. The ones who had great Moms and the ones that can be coached. Wide Mouth Bass was not coachable. Patience, my dear. 🙂

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