Woulda, coulda, shoulda

I am in the midst of trying to decide how to use my skills in a new career that will be more satisfying (read: something that pays).
I have one skill, and you are experiencing it right now. My writing. I no can do anything else.
Not that I know of.

I need to do something to put these skills to better use.
As a journalist who writes daily, I am used to writing for a potential audience of thousands. (Eek!)
With this blog, I have about three readers who do not know me personally, either by blood, (hi kids!) marriage (hey, Homer! how goes it, Michele?) or friendship.
Ah yes, friends and family. Ever loyal, thank goodness.

It has been an interesting week. My husband's colonscopy to determine cause of a medical problem and my job-related issues (see earlier entry) are big deals, I'd say.
Change is inevitable, but oh, so scary.