When I discussed change it was under the assumption that I had gone through enough change for the time being and was entitled to a short respite, a breather from the constant upheaval that berates and assaults our every attempt to find solace in what has become an ever changing world. I was making plans to sit and contemplate the mysteries of the universe or at least stand next to my workbench and wonder what to do next.
I should have known better. I should have realized that life’s cruelties are inherent in our assumptions toward complacency, even if you don’t believe you had the time to be complacent. Two weeks, that’s what I had to develop a positive mindset over the massive and traumatic decision to stay home, just enough time to feel the palliative and calming influence of having made the right decision. And then a phone call, a simple phone call rips at the very fabric of what I thought I had; a voice asking me if I was still interested in taking the job….My heart races, my skin flashes with the telltale signs of a slight adrenaline rush and I instinctively respond in the affirmative.
I have a job! Or so I thought.
Remember when you’re teacher used to tell you to stick with your first choice on a multiple guess test? I guess they were right. I should have known and stuck to my original decision, a decision that was hard fought and thoroughly contemplated, it was the right decision. So why was this, simple, phone call so challenging?
I’m not sure I have a specific answer but I feel as though it reached the deep parts of my inner desire to succeed, a success that is defined solely by the observations of others and not the success derived from a healthy thriving family and innate self-interest based on the principles of what really matter.
The lesson learned is a simple one but profound throughout the ages. Stick to your guns!