So here’s what happened……
About three months ago I was laid off from a company where I’d worked for over 14 years. The company shall remain nameless. I’d dodged reorg and restructure bullets almost every year since I started; eventually the bullets caught up with me.
For the first two months I started building an independent consulting business. I have considerable experience as a customer experience expert, leadership development coach, a terrific professional network, and am comfortable and confident in front of an audience. Made sense to hang up my own shingle, try my hand as an independent consultant and professional speaker.
I landed a few clients, thought I would land one very large client and they pulled out at the last minute. Some days that’s a blessing, in this case? Not so much. And the thing is, while I enjoy coaching others, helping them find their professional path, what I really want to do is write.
For as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Personally, professionally, I’m blessed that most people who know me tell me “you should be a writer.” So I did a 180, stopped coaching, published my first short story on Amazon and said to myself, “I want to do a podcast too.”
Now, what did I know about podcasting other than listening to podcasts? Jack shit. I knew nothing. But see, there’s this thing called the internet. And my ex husband knows audio engineering, and friends of mine who also know nothing about podcasting but can find great Life Hack articles about podcasting started sending me links.
I know how to write. And I like twisted, freaky shit. And I love Philadelphia. I love the history, the food, the people, the prisons, the museums, the original cobblestone streets in Society Hill. I love the ghost stories from Allen’s Lane and Elfreth’s Alley, the haunted mansions along the Main Line, and the twisted killers that once called Philly their home.
I love Centrailia, and the haunted Hotel Bethlehem, and Hotel Hershey – haunted, yes. Best place to go for a chocolate facial? Also yes. I love the Amish and am blessed that my parents enjoyed the Pennsylvania country side and Valley Forge and Gettysburg; they taught me so much about both the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. I love Cape May. Like, I’m totally obsessed with Cape May. No, it’s not in Philly, nor is it in PA. Too bad.
So between this love fest I have with my city, the time I had on my hands between jobs and my passion for writing and the macabre, I am now a writer and a podcaster.
IAs of 7:31PM, August 18, 2016, ‘ve been a writer for about three weeks, and a podcaster for less than 24 hours. I’m learning as I go. Please forgive me. But I’m also happier than I’ve ever been.
Tomorrow I have my fourth interview with a terrific company to head back to corporate America because none of my passion projects quite pay the bills yet. YET. Did you see I wrote the word yet? Keep your fingers crossed for me tomorrow – if someone could have written the dream job other than writing/podcasting, the dream job in corporate America, this job is it.
Ciao, and keep twisting.