Michell Post’s Story: Redefining the Mature Woman
I am so excited about this guest post. Michelle is a flight attendant and an author. She has an inspiring story for anyone who wants to fly as a second career. Are you too old? No Way!
FUTURE GODDESS OF THE SKY
For those of us over 40 or even 50, we have a whole new world open to us. You can be a goddess in the sky!
We have raised our kids…some of us are single. What we have now that we did not have in our ‘youth’ is total and complete freedom!
For me…I was a single parent for over 20 years. I had to balance a job, well several jobs, as well as being both mother and father to my children. I had to juggle football, basketball, school field trips, and try and meet all the emotional needs as well.
Once my youngest child left home, I was faced with ‘what now?’ The busy house that had been filled with daunting schedules, blaring music, but most of all love, was suddenly empty. The silence was deafening. I had jobs that were unfulfilling and still not providing enough to make ends meet. I had some decisions to make. Now I had something I did not have with a house full of people who depended upon me. I had FREEDOM!
I always wanted to be a flight attendant. I even worked as a gate agent for a time while raising my kids. I looked on the flight attendants with wonderment as they packed six days of clothing in a 22 inch black roller board. I saw them adjust their schedules so they could pick up a pair of panty hose in London yet be back for a party on the other side of the country.
I toyed with the idea but, due to my age I paused, with doubt. I was 58! I still applied. I waited. Much to my surprise, after I had given up on the dream, I received a call for an interview. Could this really be happening? I still had a ways to go but I did get the initial call.
Long story short, I was hired. I survived the intense training and received my wings just a couple of months shy of my 59th birthday!
It’s not as glamorous as you might think, but I love it! I hold a line and dabble with my schedule every month to fit my life. I see my family by pulling into the gate rather than the driveway, no matter where they live.
At the present time, I do not own real estate, I live in the sky. I can decide to go to Italy without giving it a second thought, just as someone decides to go to the grocery store. I have absolutely no responsibilities to tie me down. I have arrived as so many of you, my sister who is reading this now.
Bottom line, we are desirable. We are mature. Raising children has made us diplomats. We probably will not come apart at the seams if someone gets sick on the plane. We know at least 50 ways to calm a crying baby. And, we have heard just about everything, so putting something over on us will not be easy.
Our work ethics are from a time when people did what they said they would do. In other words, we show up. We don’t care if we ever date a pilot or marry one. It’s not to say that it cannot happen, we just don’t care! Please don’t misunderstand, I know countless young and responsible flight attendants. And I have, and continue to learn a lot from them. Fortunately, the industry decisively appreciates the diversity and what our life experiences bring to the cabin door.
You can do this!
A bit about Michelle Post (aka Polly Anna)
I was born to be a flight attendant, or so many of my passengers tell me. I was also born to be a writer. I am so auspicious to be doing both.
At one time, I was a stay at home mom, who wrote books after the kids went to bed. I would write until two a.m. or when I finished an inspirational thought that might be lost in slumber. I would pull myself away from the computer and climb up the stairs to bed, anxious for my next writing session.
I will always feel that the time raising my children will be the most treasured time of my life. I was fortunate to be home with them until the throngs of divorce entered my life. Then, it was survival mode and my writing took a back seat. Actually, it was not even there for the ride. I have to say I missed it, but I was too busy to engage in romantic ideas of creating a story, mine was too hectic.
Fortunately, life has its ebbs and flow. Nothing is forever. One day I took down from the shelf, my first unfinished novel which was on a floppy, when it was a floppy. Try as I might, I could not find the equipment to translate the manuscript on to my updated computer. So, I started all over again. It was exhilarating! Shortly after, The Spirits of Nature was born. It felt analogous to giving birth. I was actually holding my work of art in my hands. A story that I had carried in my heart was now published and I could share it with the world!
In the next few years, I wrote the sequel, Kindred Spirits and then the Argentina saga, When the Ceibo Tree Blooms. Due to an ill-fated relationship I felt compelled to write The Grace of a Woman, in an effort to give single mothers hope.
When life took still another turn, I found myself in an empty house. I am being watched over by special, and I am sure wearied, angels. They led me to a career that as a child was only a dream. I entered the grueling process and earned my wings! Because I have embraced life with a good sense of humor, I found dealing with passengers to be downright entertaining.
While I consider myself a serious novelist, I discovered that writing about my life as a goddess in the sky is very satisfying. I have an immediate audience. Other flight attendants appreciate and can relate to the written word. Those who are not in in the industry suddenly gave us a new found respect.
Live is good when you do what you love. I love what I do. I am truly blessed. Nothing is more rewarding than to have given the world five of the nicest people, who are grown and happy. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing that you still have purpose and are appreciated. In short, I love having my tail in the sky and scripting those experiences. The payoff is feeling I bring joy to the observers of my work.
Michelle Post-Sky Goddess and Author
Come Fly with Me
The Spirits of Nature
When the Ceibo Tree Blooms
The Grace of a Woman