Officially, this blog post has been in the making for about four months. I felt it was time to share. Unofficially, it's been in the making for about a year but we won't start there. Four months ago I resigned from my job. A job I started last summer, only six short months before I resigned from it. A corporate job. Now, I want to be upfront that this is not a post about bashing the corporate world. For you see, I had been working in the corporate space for my entire career. Fifteen years. 15 YEARS!! {I'm envisioning the voice of a colleague saying, '15 years?! That's it? Well, back in my day, people stayed at their jobs, their same companies for their entire career. 30, 40, sometimes 50 years.'} Well, that's not how it has to be in today's market. And it hasn't been for awhile. So, yes, to me, 15 years felt like a long time. Five years into my career I never imagined myself eventually saying, "I've been working for fifteen years." That just seemed like a long time, at that time. Fast forward to January, 2016. Fifteen years did feel like a long time. It was the vehicle that got me here today. Fifteen years of sweat, tears, laughs, smiles, early mornings, long nights, working over weekends, "climbing the ladder", moving companies, building relationships, leaving some behind. It was a lot of fun. And a heck of a lot of growth. Personally and professionally. I put personally first because that's what it was. A lot of personal growth. I remember the Monday I went into work, called my manager and said "I've decided to resign. I'd like to offer my last day as the end of January." She agreed. That was it. And she said all the things she was supposed to:
I called Jason, as naturally I would share it with him. He was very proud and very supportive. And he didn't care that I didn't have a plan. He knew I would. It was just a matter of time. What I didn't remember, but was reminded of by Jason, was that there wasn't a day I had come home from my recent job happy. Or in a good mood. Or energized. Or...anything. I was tired. I would cry. I was sad. Sometimes I felt defeated and lacked energy. That just wasn't me. So I left. I'm too young and have too much life ahead of me to let me let my energy be hijacked by something that wasn't me. So, without a plan, I set out for what I creatively defined was my "Professional development sabbatical." Not to "find myself" but to have the space to think and to create. And that's what happened. Well, kind of. It's snowing here in Denver. Our third big snowstorm of the season, although it doesn't feel as big as it's been predicted. I'm going to head out for a run. It's good for the body, mind and soul. It's good thinking time. I've missed that thinking time but am glad it's back. See you in a few days. I'll pick up where I left off. I've shared one of my favorite songs below. Take a listen. The lyrics seems to understand me. And what I'm thinking. Lyrics to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Oh, oh, oh I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten Oh, yeah, yeah
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