Tick

Jacqui says:

Degree. Tick.
Bar work. Tick.
Master's degree. Tick.
Library experience. Tick.
University experience. Tick.
Public sector experience. Tick.
Customer services experience. Tick.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Life ticked away, one temporary job after another. One of these days I
would find the thing I can *love*, not just *do*.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Filing. Tick.
Proofreading. Tick.
Word-processing. Tick.
Managing a team of 10. Tick.
Planning 500-delegate events. Tick.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Time ticked on.

"I have spent the last five years raising my child, an experience I
found worthwhile and rewarding. During this time I earned and used a
wide variety of skills, from intricately-detailed project planning to
improvisational comedy."

I can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star 48 times while reading a map by
torchlight, 5000 miles from home. I can sew name tapes into tiny
sweaters while reading aloud a picture book. In French. I can make
dinner for three out of two crusts of bread, half a bag of spinach,
and some slightly dubious cheddar fished out from the back of the
fridge. I can watch Cars for the 19th time in 3 days without sobbing
for rescue. I can spot headlice at 80 paces. I can explain why thunder
happens, how tomatoes ripen, and what doesn't go into the washing
machine [coins, animals, Lego...]. I can tell when "But I don't need
the toilet!" is a lie.

Find something you love doing and do it. Tick.

Find something you love doing and get paid for it. Uh...