Hotlanta Never Sounded So Good

It goes without saying that it isn't easy for a woman to return to the workforce some eight years after she gave up her career to have children and teach.

I'd like to take a moment and thank those of you who tried to help a sister out. You gave me phone numbers, names, and email addresses. In most cases, I called and connected with people who freely gave advice, references, and the inside scoop.

When I was out there pounding the pavement and looking for my new rewarding career, rejection was part of the process. When those doors slammed shut, it helped that in the back of my mind I could think about people in my life who believed in me.

Thanks so much for helping and pointing me in the right direction.

As I leave today for Atlanta, to spend a week learning about my new position, I am so feeling the Independent Woman vibe. I will work hard and further justify your help.

I am also reminded of an essay by the incomparable Erma Bombeck. Years ago, she wrote about Margaret Thatcher, Mother Theresa, Golda Meir, and several other notable women who achieved later, rather than earlier, in life.

Then she wrote about a woman who watched her youngest child get on a school bus. This woman decided to return to her dream because maybe it was finally her turn. Erma's last sentence revealed that woman's identity. "I was thirty-seven at the time."

Well, I am a year older and on my way, too. And not just to Atlanta baby.