The days after were pretty up and down for me. I was in shock. Denial. Ridiculously holding onto a hope that this was some awful mistake that would be taken back. It wasn't that I just lost my job, I lost my friends and a work family and support system that I had built over the past 10 + years. I felt both humiliated and humbled and had no idea what I wanted to do with myself. The logical next step would be to find a new job making a 6 figure again. I mean I have custody of my 2-year-old granddaughter, a mortgage, car payment, my dogs, two cats, credit card payments to make, groceries to buy, and I was scared. Some days I even felt paralyzed. I had my resume done professionally. I sought out one of the best photographers in Rochester, NY and had updated, new, and on par with who I am headshots taken. I learned how to make fresh pasta. I FINALLAY mastered my own recipe for the BEST Peanut Butter cookies. I baked a delicious white cake with incredible butter cream frosting all from scratch. I made meat ravioli from scratch. I made homemade baby food for Marie and Giovanni. I helped my son with some of his weekly school baking contests. I brought cupcakes to his school to celebrate his 18th birthday. I have been soaking up every second that I have with Marie, making her more homemade baby food then she could possibly eat all while trying not to panic as money was leaving but the interviews were far and few between and the offers, nonexistent. As I was seeking out and applying to jobs there was always this little pit in my stomach and voice in my head saying, "Think really hard about this. You're 55 and whatever you decide to do you need to be passionate about it and believe in what you are doing because this is it. It's time to figure out what you want to "be" when you grow up. Until one Saturday afternoon in April when it occurred to me that I may very well be a fit for the role of Professional Coach.