Recently, I was telling some former colleagues about our dear dog's tendency to lunge at everyone else in the 'hood. I had just left my job, and I commented that perhaps I would finally train our mature dog and write a blog about it -- the old dog blog!
However, when the cucumber saketinis wore off, I realized that the old dog most in need of new tricks is me. Teaching an eleven-year-old dog to walk calmly might not be the best use of my time, when I have so much to learn myself.
So this is the story of my own hopeful transformation from a hard-working, stressed-out, and unfulfilled professional, to the new me, whoever she may be.
Can I find satisfaction in the suburbs, on a shoestring? Will I discover my true calling?
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