Just yesterday, I decided my vision of my future self would be all peace signs and poetry; I decided I would write and not worry about income. Today my husband's company was bought out. He still has his job, but the uncertainty of change this large makes me very nervous. The vision of my future from yesterday has certainly changed quickly. I need to be a safety net for my family and make sure I'm ready at a moment's notice to get some decent work in this terrible economy.
In my new writing class they want us to literally make a poster of our vision of ourselves - mine is in my head although I have a lot of glue sticks in the closet. My poster includes a net under a high wire (that my husband is walking very carefully), a Microsoft Certified Whatever logo, a pen and a notebook, and a little Sylvia Plath in the corner standing in Camelot. Yeh, I know, it's a little strange, but at least I have direction.
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