You know how sometimes when you're tired and confused and you can no longer figure out which end is up, then you suddenly have a moment of clarity that's like a light bulb just switched on in your head? Happened to me yesterday.I've been looking for a new job ever since I decided to blow this pop stand of an ALF I'm running; regretfully, because of the lousy economy there's a hiring freeze on in hospice, which is the only place I really WANT to be, so I needed to find something else fast. My last day here is Friday, and I am not one who likes to leave a place without having another job lined up.Then yesterday---in the shower, of all places---it hit me that what I really needed to do while waiting was to get back to basics, to remind myself of what I went into nursing for and to take responsibility for myself and my own practice instead of worrying about everyone else's. What I wanted was a job where I could do my eight hours or so and go home, have a life outside of work, update some of my actual nursing skills, and get paid by the hour.................just like I did before I was a manager.SO this morning I went and visited some old, old friends at the nursing home where I first worked as a CNA student 15 years ago, and I asked them for a job as a staff nurse. Yes, I said, I know my resume makes me look vastly overqualified, and I know I make a lot of money, but that's why I won't be any trouble as an employee and at my age, money isn't as important as it used to be when my kids were growing up. As it turns out, they offered me a 32-hour-a-week evening shift position which is half meds and treatments on skilled, and half charge on the ICF unit. The wages are better than most nursing homes---certainly enough for my needs---and I get health insurance even before I start as long as I get my paperwork in by the end of this week. I've already got Thanksgiving off, and best of all, I won't have to be on-call 24/7 anymore. I start Monday at 2 PM. I am inordinately happy about all of this.