it’s time. for a change.

I know it’s insane to even think about, given the job market and ageism and my low tolerance for networking and the interview process. Technically, I’m 10 years from retirement. I should see the finish line on the horizon.

But as I lay in bed with COVID last week, fielding staff complaints about bad leadership decisions in which I have no input nevermind authority, and wordsmithing a working group report to include one more turn of phrase the president made reference to at some point (and therefore must be memorialized as truth), I realized I’m done. My spirit can’t take much more of this.

It’s unhealthy to work in operate in an environment so crippled with fear. It’s cringeworthy. It’s shameful. It’s sickening. And it’s not my ministry.

So now I gotta make a plan, one that’s focused and manageable so I’m not quickly overwhelmed and discouraged. Get the Profe book and gallery pitch done. Knock out the credit card debt. Get rid of some shit I’ve been hoarding. Update the resume.

It’s no longer possible to coast to that retirement finish line when the climate is this dysfunctional so I’ve got to make some kind of change to defend my sanity.