That's my story, and I'm sticking to it......

Some day, I will dredge up the hurt and the pain and the yuck of all that is called “the past” and share it with you, but for now, I will tell you that I was married for almost 15 years, have been single for 10 years now and have been through some major life changes. I was a stay at home mom, who did the bookkeeping for my husband’s business. Out of necessity I went to work as a temporary at a Law Firm as a bookkeeper, but quickly found myself bored at work. The attorney I worked for saw that I was eager to learn, so after my bookkeeping duties were finished for the day, would show me paralegal work, and thus began my education into the legal field. Back in the day, this would be considered “on the job training.” I was eventually hired by the law firm and became a full time paralegal. Meanwhile, I was trying to get back on my feet emotionally, but just couldn’t seem to do so in this small town, where I seemed to run into someone I knew, every day, who wanted to discuss the demise of my marriage, who they had seen my now ex-husband with, how sorry they were for what happened, or that they had no idea it was going on….. The proverbial scab kept getting ripped off repeatedly and I just couldn’t move past that first stage of grief. I felt like I was trapped in this spinning “ground hog” like moment and that if I didn’t do something, I was never going to move on with my life. I thought long and hard, and came up with a plan. I put my resume out on the internet. Monster, CareerBuilder, there was another one but I can’t remember the name. I decided that who ever offered me a job, I would move there. Sight unseen. Florida, North Carolina, California, Texas? Anywhere but Chattanooga. The only attorney that called and offered me a job, just so happened to be from Indianapolis, Indiana – the exact town that my sister and brother-in-law lived in, who just so happened to have a house for rent, which just so happened to be zoned for a wonderful school for the boys, which just so happened…… you get the idea. So after talking to my sister, and ironing things out with her, I took the job over the telephone. Disclaimer* Do not make employment negotiations or major life decisions while under emotional stress! I did end up moving to Indianapolis, but my relationship with my sister suffered and I eventually left the law firm that hired me.