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I’m married to a P-R-O, a professional, an expert! He’s 51 and I’m 24. Oh yes, he is one of if not the best man in his field. He’s had 30 odd years to master his chosen profession.

Then there’s yours truly, an amateur by comparison. I can’t decide what I want to emphasise in my “career,” be it copyediting or web design. I can’t decide what university courses to take, what certifications to earn, what degrees to work toward. I have so much to learn, and too many decisions to make.

I don’t feel like I have it “together” yet. There must be something inside me, biologically, that makes my hair frizz if I don’t have my every move charted for years to come. What will I do next year? 5 Years from now? My husband knows what he’ll be doing in one year and in 5 years, unless the sun stops shining. His career path is as etched into the future as the Grand Canyon is to the earth.

On one hand, I can look at my husband and aspire to reach his status. Being realistic, it’ll take me twenty or thirty years. Why fret? Just work! Be happy

My left hand thinks I’m not worthy to kiss the pebbles stuck to the soles he walks in. The same goes for the pros in the field I want to work in. You know the ones whose portfolios go on and on, listing many a familiar publication. They spatter big names throughout their resume. I’ve been mentioned in ParentLife (OK, actually, my business name was), so what? The next person has been published in ParentLife. And the next one? On staff! Time is good for careers, but it sure takes a while to build up.

I wonder if I would feel different if my husband was at the same place as me, starting a career?

Maybe then we’d both be confused, frizz-headed nutcases.

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