Now's as good a time as any

Would you like to know my announcement?  I'm probably still a few weeks premature, but what the hey.  Here it is:

I've been offered a job.

I've been offered several, actually.  As a freelance interpreter.  This next week is my official last week as a student, and the week after I will start contacting all the places that have already expressed interest in me working for them.

Freelancing is how it sounds.  I work some hours, but not full time - I could probably work full time if I pushed it, or worked for many agencies, or, or, or.  However, for me, right now, part-time is perfect.  My next goal is to earn my bachelors degree from BYU, so working part-time will work out great.  Also, it will allow me time with my kids, which is sorely needed (Elijah asks me every few days, "Are you done, Mom?  Did you graduate yet?").  I am not sure how many hours I'll work, and I intend to work very, very few over the summer, but it'll be enough to keep my hands moving, and to get out there and get some experience.

My secondary goal for working is to earn enough money as an interpreter to fund my bachelors degree.  Wouldn't that be great?!  I like that idea a lot.

So that's my news.

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On a personal note, things are going really well for me on the interpreting / school-finishing front.  I have been overwhelmed with gratitude.  So many people have been and are still willing to open doors for me.  It blows my mind.

And honestly, I don't understand it.  I deal with it better now than I ever did as a teenager.  I remember feeling a lot of pressure - what if I don't live up to expectations?  What if I really suck, just no one knows it yet?  What if I hit a wall and I never get any better?  What if everyone is wrong?  My answer then was to just walk away from it all mentally.  I didn't need that kind of pressure.

But it turns out that as an adult who has established my own idea of success for me, I'm fine with people having expectations, watching to see what I'm going to do, and having hope for me.  Because that all has nothing to do with me.  I'm doing what I'm doing and what I'm doing is good, so that's that.

The story of my life is that I don't understand.  I seem to be good at certain things in a way that other people wish they were good at things, and I didn't ask for that.  I am continually humbled by it.  I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do, and I don't know what everything is all about, but I'm grateful to be on the journey.