// October 12th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // Uncategorized
At least, so says Oscar Wilde. I’m inclined to agree for purely personal reasons.
T.S. Eliot once said: “I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.” Stagnate was a great way to describe my mental state for the past few years. In 2004, I was 30. I was separated from Jason and trying to make it on my 1997 salary after several years out of the traditional job market while at home caring for Drue. In 2005, I was divorced and for the first time in a long time had to think about things like affordable health insurance. By 2006, 55 to 60 hour work weeks were the norm, not the exception and I was fully entrenched and moving forward quickly in the career path I began back in 1994 when I left school and left in 1999 when Drue was born. In 2007, I left that job after 2 years and jumped quickly into another. My intentions on leaving my job in 2007 was to take a few months off and figure out what I really wanted to do. However, I was promised the opportunity to build a system and manage the team that would support that system ongoing, which was the next logical step in my career. Unfortunately, that promised opportunity never came to fruition. This was no one’s fault; but the reality is that I worked for more than two years at a job I did not enjoy for a myriad of reasons. Ultimately, I think the issue back in 2004 was that I wanted a paycheck and re-entered the workforce in the same career I left back in 1999 without taking full accounting of my growth, interests and passions developed during the five years I was out of the traditional job market.