So, when I first got laid-off from my super-duper corporate
job, my initial instinct was to go out and get another one…even though I hadn’t
really LOVED my job and even though I wasn’t sure it was the best thing for me
to do. Ultimately, I spent six months
turning down offers to submit my resume and cringing in job interviews before
finally deciding that either, I really didn’t want that super-duper corporate
job, or if I did, I didn’t want it right now.
Everyone tells you that if you take time off and opt-out for a bit, then
you can never hop back on the train. I
don’t know if that’s true, but I can tell you that eighteen months ago I was
burned out, had three years worth of non-career-related neglected items rolling
around in my head, and really felt like I needed a break. I honestly think it would have been worse for
my career if I’d jumped right back in and tried to go full guns when I was
running on empty.
Ultimately, I decided
that working from home and taking contract jobs would be the best thing for me
at the time. Still, I sometimes felt
embarrassed when I ran into law school peers and was like, “Yeah, I got laid
off. Yeah, I’m just doing contract work
now. I really like it though, I mean
really.” Actually, that’s not true. I wasn’t embarrassed at all to be doing
contract work. I loved it. What I was embarrassed about was being judged
for doing it.
On election night of 2012 I ended up on the phone with my
brother and he asked, “Ana, what are you doing with your life?!?!”
And I was like, “What do you mean? I’m figuring my stuff
out.”
“If you were 22, I would support you,” he told me. “But
you’re WAY TOO OLD to be doing this,” he continued. “You’ve got debt. You’re a lawyer and capable
of earning a bunch of money and you’re sitting in your house working 7 hours a
week and playing fiddle. Think about your retirement!”
I answered, “All I can tell you is that I don’t know where
this is headed, but I do know that what I’m doing right now is right for me, things
are slowly taking shape, and it will work itself out in the end.”
Normally my brother’s words would have upset me. I would have worried that he was disappointed
in me or worried about me. But I wasn’t
upset. I wasn’t mad. I knew his journey in life and understood why
he said those things and why his path was right for him. I also knew that I was doing what was right
for me, and I was no longer worried about justifying or explaining it.
And that was a cool moment, because I realized that for the first time, I was living a life based on no one’s expectations or opinions other than my
own.
We’ve all been told different countless things so much since birth that we now take them as ‘musts.’
I must have health insurance. I
must work an 8-5 salaried job. I must
have a college degree. I must get married before the age of X. They’ve been
repeated so many times that we don’t stop to think about them anymore. We just assume that they’re true. Sitting
down to figure out all of your ‘musts’ and questioning if they’re actually true
for you takes time, but the relief and freedom that comes with each one you
cast off is thrilling.
2 comments:
One of my girlfriend's just quit her 9 to 5 and is now doing.... well... the same thing you did back then. Except instead of the fiddle she's obsessed with chickens. To each her own...
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You sound so calm and centered in this series of posts. Love it. I admire you for just doing your thing and not worrying about it.
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