Picture it....Sicily....19-something...
I always find that the beginning is that hardest place to start. How far back do you go? Where does the story really start? I won't bore you with the details of my birth or childhood and while I can't promise not to include some teenaged anecdotes along the way, that's definitely not where I feel my current path began.
I found myself in a less then ideal situation a couple years ago. In September of 2008, after my (now) husband and I signed off on plans to build our first home, I was layed off. We (and by "we" I most likely mean "me") had big plans in the works - a house underway, the prospect of marriage and children in our (very?) near future and me without a job! Not to fear, we would move to our new city as planned, live with my in-laws (*sigh*) while waiting for our house to be built and I would secure a new position of employment = plan adequately revised, right? Execept, fast forward 9 months (no, not a baby - that didn't happen until later) and we were married, living in the new house and I was still unemployed. With wedding plans behind me, I finally found a new job in July 2009. Every job I've landed has been a bit of a fluke and this one was no exception: tone deaf girl gets job at local (and poorly managed) music school - a headline even my mother could be proud of!
I didn't want to wait long to have children. My rag-tag resume and educational background didn't provide many career options and I had only ever pictured myself as a Mother of a smooth functioning Family Corporation. So despite being married only a month, employed for less then a month and, to quote my sister-in-law, having "no reason to think it wouldn't happen quickly", I was shocked to find out I was pregnant at the end of July. When I looked into how many hours I would need to accumulate to qualify for maternity leave, I discovered that the hours of my job wouldn't be "bankable" hours. Minor set-back, no problem. I would work and save as much money as I could before the baby came - perfect! Except at 14 weeks pregnant, my employer let me go. Back to the drawing board, I searched for a job but not many people were keen on hiring a girl who was 4 months pregnant! My petite bebe is almost a year-old and here I am with no "job" except for some reason I'm working harder then I have ever worked before!
The concept of my blog is rolling with the punches and making the best of unexpected situations. Into every life a little rain must fall but there are always opportunities to splash in the puddles!
