My descent into the great white porcelain abyss began long ago. The Cliff Notes version, leaving childhood traumas and dramas aside, is
that I started working for an insurance company two months out of high school.
Not having a better plan for my future, the entry level job seemed like a good
idea—large stable company, better than minimum wage pay, desk of my own,
working in my small town’s downtown, parking in a two level garage. Everything
was new and grown-up and so very…practical. My post-Depression era folks
couldn’t have been prouder or felt more secure for me.
The only hiccup is that within six months I knew that I didn’t want to
do that kind of work for the rest of my life. Not just in the insurance
industry but in the business world in general. This shouldn’t have been a
revelation. I didn’t want to take any of the high school business classes
(typing, accounting, computers, etc.) that my mother encouraged, no matter how
useful. My vision of my future was looser, less restrictive, and completely
undefined. I didn’t know what I had a talent for and had no
self-confidence to pursue any of my interests (writing, photography, art, teaching, traveling). Thus I chose the
road worn and packed by the footsteps of so many others that I actually mistook
it for the right path. Yeah, I took the business classes.
So post-grad (high school, that is) and master of my fate, I was at
the same crossroads after only six months of employment at my fancy-smancy new
job. I knew what I didn’t want but knew precious little else. And what did I do
with my newly re-found self-awareness? I folded it, crease by crease, into a
tiny origami prison and put it in the back of my desk drawer behind the
seemingly never empty box of 5,000 count staples.
Over the years, my dreamer self was effectively bound and gagged each
and every time it broke free and opened its’ mouth to speak. “Practicality” and “Duty” are hard task masters so, like a train moving
ever closer to its’ destination, I made each predictable stop achieving new
positions and acquiring new responsibilities as I went. I realized repeatedly
that even though I did good work and was getting promoted, I was clearly on the
wrong train. I quit the company I started with out of high school, went to
another insurance company, went back to the first company, quit again, then
went to a different insurance company. Incredibly, twenty-four soul sapping
years later I was still working for the insurance industry, desperately wanting
to punch the time clock on that career but not having the courage or a clue of
how to do it. Almost daily a line from Langston
Hughes droned oppressively on my bones like a tuneless mantra devoid of hope. Or maybe it was more like a truthful and enlightening question that is
just too painful to answer.
What happens to a dream deferred?
What happens to a dream deferred?
What happens to a dream
deferred?!
My hopes and fears came true on July 13th of this year. I
finally left the job I hated! Okay,I was
let go. But still I was free. And incredible as it may sound in this
economy, I was happy. I had the decision I refused to make decided for me.
Cowardly I know, but the desired result was achieved nonetheless.
Please note, there are those who felt the circumstances surrounding my
termination were unfair due to a recently changed company policy with no
grandfather clause. I’ve heard the policy change is now being reviewed by the
company. Some felt I should fight the decision. They thought I should call the
company’s HR Department or Ethics hotline, or call some governmental agency
like “the wage and works people”, whoever they are. Part of me agreed. In my mind,
I started forming my arguments and plan of attack to make sure justice would
prevail. I kept important e-mails and documents. I worked up a healthy dose of
righteous indignation and then considered the toll it would take on me to stay
battle ready. My stomach could have churned butter at just the thought of it.
If I fought the decision and won, what would I get? A stressful job that I
hated back? I would ultimately lose either way so I didn’t fight. I had another
source of income that would cover things if I cut my expenses and lived more
simply for a while. Sacrifice was the preferred choice. I just wanted to walk away and never look back.
So, no longer at a crossroads, I am on a decidedly different path and
I am taking the next year or so for me. This will be a time to learn and grow
and replace a lot of bad habits with something positive. A time to move toward
the type of future I should have had all along. It will also be a time to focus
on my kids. And this is where the “rose” part comes in. I am infinitely
happier! I am relaxed. I am hopeful. And I dream again about all of the
creative things I've always wanted to do. This is all good for both me and my
kids. As I learn and grow, I will share my journey with you here in my blog.
This blog, along with my other blog at explorevirginia.blogspot.com, is in
itself one of my new adventures so, see? I’m already on my way!
Got any pearls of wisdom or experiences to share about how you
extracted yourself from life’s great toilet bowl? Leave a comment because I’d
love to hear from you.
Dreams
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged
bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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