When I was a child, I used to be able to look at the world
as if standing on the precipice of endless possibilities. If I was afraid I would imagine, visualize
and feel an unphasable skin of titanium wash over my body, as if a colossus
like invincibility existed within me. If
I was confused I had an uncanny talent for removing myself from a situation and
seeing the details that would explain the inner workings that would lead to the
consequence before it unfolded. I
calculated everything, I knew everything, and everything had a reason for
happening. I was invincible. I was a child.
Over the years, however, I have had a handful of experiences
slap me in the face with a harsh education.
It was the kind of education that you can only learn from age and
mistakes. I know I don’t have a metal skin that will
protect me from the physical dangers of life. However, I still hold onto one
talent from my youth. I still like to see the areas that I need to improve in
order to reach my goals. I understand
how to get things done, and what is keeping me from achieving my goals.
FLASH FORWARD INTO THE PRESENT:
So after having had the pleasure of being laid off twice within
a 1 year span, I am in the position to really step back and figure out what I
want to do. It may sound odd, and I
challenge you to reflect on this yourself, but the last time I stopped to think
about what I want was back in high school. That is over 7 years ago at the time
I’m writing this.
After being laid off the first time, I was in survival mode,
and simply took the first job that would allow me to maintain a relatively
similar salary to my previous position. I remember speaking with some friends about it
on Facebook, and commenting that in the grand scheme of things, “people just
need to remember happiness is not everything.” I simply needed a job. I quickly discovered money is not
everything. I was an inbound sales
executive, and while I exceled, I knew it was not my dream job.
So almost a year later I was pulled into a room and told
that my position would be moving to a new geography. A blessing in its own way. My call center job
played its part and I developed some valuable skills, and life lessons, and I
know now that a job needs to be more than a job, and there is a distinct difference
between a career and a job.
I am a writer, and I help create better and more efficient
ways of doing things. I take pride in
not specializing in any one thing, and being able to float between skills. I help people live better lives whether they
are at the low point of their life or a member of the so called 1% elite. I care, and I work hard, but this does not
mean I deserve without action (an understanding that I think my generation
lacks comprehension). Now notice, I am
no longer a marketer or a sales person or a project manager.
These are things I am still discovering. Who am I? What do I want to do with my
life? I don’t know, but I am in the
process of discovering the answers, and I am starting to find my roots once
again. I believe I know what I want. Now
I just need to learn how to survive in a way that will allow me to reach that
final outcome that I previously explained I have a knack for finding out how to
achieve it.
