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For most of 2019 writing was a big part of my life. I spent several hours every day being creative, interacting on social media, thinking about how to convey my message to a larger audience. I was meeting new people, and reconnecting with old friends while learning about myself.
I’m starting a full-time job tomorrow. It’s back to the daily grind which I’m looking forward to and dreading at the same time. While I’ve enjoyed my time working freelance, it’s become apparent that this is what is best for my family’s financial stability. But the commuting, lunch packing, and stringent schedule have me less than thrilled.
I hate asking for help. It’s a major character flaw that upon reflection has spawned nearly every mistake I’ve ever made. Most of this stems from my deep desire to look smart and appear as if I have everything figured out.
One of my favorite birthday presents of all time was the Hot Wheels City i received from my Aunt Peggy for my 7th birthday. Second only to Fisher Price Little People, Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars were some of my favorite toys. Still are to this day.
I’m a Libra which according to every astrologist I’ve encountered means I should be concerned with balance. Good thing I don’t believe in woo-woo stuff like astrology or else I’d be worried that there is something wrong with me. Hell, there’s a lot wrong with me, but maybe it has very little to do with the scales.
It recently occurred to me that I will not ever be a mechanic. Or a viola player. Or an accountant. Or an engineer. Or a clown. I’m 100% okay with the clown thing, but the rest? I think it would be interesting to learn more about so many things. But unless I figure out how to live 500 lifetimes, I don’t foresee diesel mechanic happening any time soon.
The article intrigues me, but I don’t want to get distracted form the task at hand—my followers are demanding more pickle recipes, damn it! The solution? I pause for a moment, right click and select Open Link in New Browser Window. The result? I end up with way more windows open than are sensible or easily navigated.
Professionally, I’ve felt the sting of rejection more times than I can count. Anybody who has applied for more than two jobs online knows how disheartening the auto-reply ‘thanks, but no thanks’ email can be, especially when it comes moments after submitting. Even worse, speaking with a recruiter who says they’ll be in touch to schedule an interview and then they disappear off the face of the earth is confusing and disappointing.
Think back to the last time someone asked you how you were doing. What was your response? I’d be willing to bet your answer was something along the lines of, “Great, but busy…” or “Tired! There are not enough hours in the day…”
I couldn’t have imagined when Harry pulled that box out of the closet just how deep I would go with this. As my mind got lost in the world of that tractor, I was able to sort through the anxieties, let them go and formulate ways to get back on track. I completely forgot the value in not thinking about my problems in order to solve my problems.
As we finished up our coffee and prepared to part ways, Olga suggested I start a series where I regularly meet someone for coffee to discuss the challenges of midlife and then blog about the experience. Now that was feedback that I enjoyed hearing! Realizing the impact a meet-up can have for both parties, this seems like a no-brainer.
For decades I assumed most of the people around me had everything figured out—they knew more than me about school, work, relationships and life in general. To survive, I lived and died by fake it ‘til you make it.
