For a coon's age I thought my parachute color was non-profit. Raising money to help a select group of the population in lieu of adding funds to my bank account seemed perfectly ideal. Unfortunately, non-profits proved to be inefficient. Nothing trumps the devastation of watching donor dollars fly first class to Dubai. Slowly, I came to the realization that maybe non-profits weren't comprised of saints and martyrs. I became restless, turning a deaf ear to the notion that there was no place for effective leadership in my parachute! Attempting to squash my intuition, I tried once more to search for the efficiency that I had found lacking. My result gave me a boss who caused drama strictly for the effect of not having to work. My result was so discouraging that I am blogging online about the color of my parachute as a stay at home mom.