It seems like 2009 is going to be the year of rejections for me—something I have mixed feelings about.

I can look at in an eternally optimistic way, ala my father, and think that At least I’m putting things out there. Maybe I’m too qualified.  If I never tried, I’d never know….this is a good thing!

But I’m a little more, ok a lot more, pessimistic than that.

I have “decided” (a bad habit I indulge in, generally without any substantiation) the following:

~~I should not pursue a writing career in any form because the first piece I sent out was rejected immediately. (Who care’s that every writer is rejected—a lot—I should be special!)

~~I will never have a “real job” since PT customer service jobs reject my application within seconds of its arrival.

~~I will most likely never return to school for any of the 3 or 4 Master’s programs that I’ve looked into because my children, and beloved, are just too needy and time consuming.

~~I am doomed to a life of living vicariously through and controlling my children (think Sally Field’s character on “Brothers and Sisters) because I won’t have anything else to do.

Sigh.

While this last option is somewhat intriguing to me (I can’t wait for the 20 or so years pass to start nagging for grandchildren), I don’t know that it is much of a life goal.

And, since I strive on goals, no matter how little they are (crossing off the “make lunch” entry on my “to do” list provides an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment), I am feeling lost without something big picture to work towards.

After much soul searching, I have decided that someone else has to decide my life’s path for me. So, my educated, successful, thoughtful tens of tens of readers, throw any and all suggestions my way. They will be promptly reviewed, pondered, obsessed about, planned and, possibly, eventually rejected

I look forward to your input and, just for the record, certain jobs are out:

Anything that displays muffin tops and stretch marks.

Anything that requires a cheery disposition and little to no sarcasm.

Any food prep—I don’t want to ruin my love affair with restaurants with too much info

Any “heavy labor” because I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my elusive NFL career.

I look forward to my new life path!