Someone could plop me right back in chair of my first desk at my first job out of school, take me back almost two full calendar years and I may just not know the difference. My eyes are still bright with confusion and confidence, my mind still hungry for knowledge, and my feet still looking forward to the end of the day when the running shoes go on and the heels come off. I hesitantly admit that I have come full circle to a previous point in my life. As I refine my plans to leave the city of contacts I cultivated, I reflect upon progress I have made and regression I hope to avoid. Although my resume is now documented with a series of title progressions that may be or not be conducive to my next move, but, if I dig deep..I guess I realize am a little different of a place.
But I think-I could just be getting degree. I have ingested the cliche bug for travel and disinterest in working for someone. The restraint of choosing a place to hang my beanie and a card to put my name on. I wonder when I will find myself back in a office, with responsibilities and weekend countdowns. I wonder when that time will come again that I dread Monday mornings and find myself looking forward to lunch dates as though they were the prom. I realize that I may never, at least I hope that I may never, never again take a job that fulfills only half my heart and challenges little of my brain. It may mean no more kombucha, expensive supplements and designer bags. It most likely means now more living solo in a nice house nestled in a nice neighborhood. What it does mean is opportunity to figure out what I want. Where I want to put my name, occupation and address, how I want to spend my work week and how I can keep my running shoes on for longer and make the pay checks a little bit bigger. I am not leaving the opportunity to make money or my dreams a reality behind. I am instead abandoning the monotonous recipe for success and crafting my own. One that does not make you separate the wet ingredients from the dry. My recipe is sugar free and has no butter. But the cake will be sweet and the ingredients grown fresh to feed my soul, nourish my mind and love my heart.
But I think-I could just be getting degree. I have ingested the cliche bug for travel and disinterest in working for someone. The restraint of choosing a place to hang my beanie and a card to put my name on. I wonder when I will find myself back in a office, with responsibilities and weekend countdowns. I wonder when that time will come again that I dread Monday mornings and find myself looking forward to lunch dates as though they were the prom. I realize that I may never, at least I hope that I may never, never again take a job that fulfills only half my heart and challenges little of my brain. It may mean no more kombucha, expensive supplements and designer bags. It most likely means now more living solo in a nice house nestled in a nice neighborhood. What it does mean is opportunity to figure out what I want. Where I want to put my name, occupation and address, how I want to spend my work week and how I can keep my running shoes on for longer and make the pay checks a little bit bigger. I am not leaving the opportunity to make money or my dreams a reality behind. I am instead abandoning the monotonous recipe for success and crafting my own. One that does not make you separate the wet ingredients from the dry. My recipe is sugar free and has no butter. But the cake will be sweet and the ingredients grown fresh to feed my soul, nourish my mind and love my heart.
I like it :)
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