A job posting had come up and I was pursuing it. The process was going like it was supposed to: a strong resume, my networking was connecting, the telephone interview went well and led to the in-person interview. Everything was fitting together for a mid-life career change … and then the phone call, “Sorry, we went with the other candidate”.
My granddaughter has a vivid imagination. After the initial fun and excitement of seeing each other again, she’ll revert to her favorite game of pretending. “Who are you?” she asks. That’s the signal she’s inviting me into an imaginary world where we can choose to be heroes and live out an adventure. As I desperately search my limited imagination for an engaging character, it occurs to me this simple question is a profound one when it’s asked at midlife.