Discovery Period

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.