False Identity

This isn’t the first time I have turned to knitting to escape the unwelcome reality of life.  In 2008 I lost my job.  It wasn’t just a job, I lost my career.  I had worked at corporate headquarters for a big box retailer for 23 years!  Longer than my youngest son was alive at the time, only one year less than my oldest son’s age.  I held several positions in middle management, and was quite proud of my accomplishments. Single mom raising two boys without their dad’s influence, decent job with a national retailer…what’s not to be proud of right?  What do you mean you don’t want me to come to work on Monday!  What do you mean, pack up 23 years of stuff and go home.  Go home and do what?  

It was amazing to me how much my identity was tied up with that stinking job.  I couldn’t say I was a buyer for so and so, I could now only say I was once a buyer for so and so.  Hum, it really didn’t provide the same amount of smug pride that it did when I got paid to go there every day.  Anyway, I pulled up my big girl panties, wiped my nose and dried my tears and moved on.  But to what?  To be perfectly honest, after 23 years of giving my life to a company, making my life the company, I wasn’t sure that I had more to give.  I wanted to just be.

Now I have to say, I have a wonderful husband.  Turns out the first marriage was just training for the real thing.  I have two wonderful sons from my first marriage, but the man behind door number two is the real deal.  He is the most supportive and encouraging person I have every come in contact with, and I love him with all my heart.  I don’t believe two people could be more miss matched, but that’s another story.

Love him to death!hx17

Anyway, as I was saying, I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t have anywhere to be during the week.  My boys were no longer living at home.  As a matter of fact, it was the same year my youngest son went off to college/Army.  Talk about life changing all a once!  So anyhow, I decided that I would take up knitting.  There was a really cute little shop down the street from me. So I went in and told them I wanted to learn.  What a fabulous group of ladies….”Pull up a chair” they said, “sit a while.”  And sit I did.  Not only did I learn to knit, but I made the most fab afghan.  I would go there and spend my day, just knitting and chatting.  I really think those ladies saved my sanity!  IMG_0340