My friend L. and I have a lot in common. We are both stay at home moms. We are both intelligent woman with Bachelors Degrees from fine liberal arts colleges and Masters degrees from outstanding universities…and today, we are both trying to figure out how to make ourselves employable (on a part-time basis, because we still need time for our families and to ski!) in an economy which doesn’t necessarily value articulate generalists.
Not that my life hasn’t worked out just fine. For the first five years of my adult life, I actually was able to combine public policy with the natural sciences. But then we moved to a town where my husband found a great job, and then we had kids, and then one day, quite recently, I awoke to the sickening thought that I have lived about 1/2 of my life and still don’t know what I want to do.
I had wanted to tele since I was about 14 and noticed skiers making telemark turns at Crested Butte. I thought that telemark skiing looked incredibly graceful. Several decades later, I finally got the gear. What took me so long? Pride, ego and fear. And these three emotions, not telemark skiing, are actually my topics for today.