[easygoingfemme]

Originally Posted by Orema

Here are some of my accomplishments.

I walked away from an abusive relationship with the clothes on my back in a city where I knew no one other than the people I lived with. For years I was stuck (avoided) thinking about the 24 hours before I left. Through art and therapy I was able to work through those harrowing hours and now I appreciate the strength and resilience I used to get through that period.

I sold a home, bought a home and made a cross-country move during a pandemic. (cough, cough)

I took a job as an artwork proofreader, a job no one in the department wanted—everyone wants to create projects but no one wants to meet printers at 6am for press checks or change a hundred trademarks to registration marks. I was more than willing to do that job just to get into this company and that department (I had been a freelance worker with them and a couple other companies). I knew it was a place I could thrive and I did. I had a great career with them for 20 years that allowed to me to express my deep need to analyze, attend to details and micromanage.

Another accomplishment was I proved her wrong. Mrs. Leon thought I was good for nothing more than changing bedpans. I'm good at changing bedpans and a whole lot more.

I love your description of being an artwork proofreader. Mrs. Leon can kiss off.