I woke this Saturday morning feeling the lightness of Spring and starting out Saturdays as I always do; wake up, trudge to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, pick up my laptop, trudge back to bed, get under the covers, begin writing. I’m trying to finish writing a book. Well, a re-write of a book. I’ve found Mornings are the best for writing. A night’s rest leaves my mind fresh, energized, and wiped clean from the intrusive goings-on that are part of a long day at the office.
That’s where the title of this post comes in…
Lately, I’ve been experiencing what is traditionally referred to as a mid-life crisis. Though, I’m not quite in mid-life. So, maybe it’s only a crisis. A personal crisis. A life crisis. I’d like to refer to it as, maybe, a growth spurt.
As children, we experience growth spurts. Seemingly over night some of us shoot upward like a giant redwood. Growing taller, stretching toward the sky, leaving hems of pants resting at awkward lengths against legs that now belong to someone else. I feel as though I’ve experienced a growth spurt, in the metaphorical sense of course. I’m living a life that no longer goes along with who I am. It’s like I’m wearing those pants that are too short, and no longer fit properly. I can only imagine how many people have experienced, or are experiencing this right now.
THE QUESTION IS…What can I do about it and WHAT do I WANT to do about it?
I’ve come to believe we are divided into two selves. Our current self. Our former self. As children that division is much more obvious. Our former self, age 1 year, only crawled and babbled gibberish. Our current self, age 7, walks upright and speaks in full sentences.
As adults, that line is blurred. Possibly ignored. We no longer see our former self. We are simply adults. Leading adult lives. Experiencing adult situations. Those interested in personal growth know what I’m talking about.
An interview with me, myself, and I.
Describe your dream job.
ME: What, like a detailed description of what I would be doing for work? How would I make a living?
We all need to work I suppose.
I: Yes.
ME: Hmm, it’s hard to attach a solid description to what my dream job would be.
I: You were never someone who knew what they wanted to be when they ‘grew-up?’
ME: no. Well, it kept changing. Which is normal, I suppose.
MY FORMER SELF: A job in a creative field. I need to be creative.
A place where my ideas and creativity will be successful. I want to be creatively successful.
Graphic design? Product Development? Marketing even?
MY CURRENT SELF: I want to inspire. To create a lifestyle that brings about good and positivity in this world. Inspiring others to live better lives. I was never like that. It’s crazy. I was always selfish. Materialistic. I’m an only child, for crying out loud! The idea of a lifestyle is a new concept to me. I grew up living day-to-day with what you get. Not forging a certain way of being, living. A lifestyle, I think, is a way of being true to yourself. A lack of lifestyle can even be a lifestyle.
I still want to be creatively successful. That never changed. But, I love to write. Always have in fact.
Stories are a amazing. Necessary. Words are more than a string of letters and sentences. They are powerful. Words can create life. They can even take it away. I want to travel. Experience a life outside of my own. Tell stories. I want my office to be where I choose. I want my office hours to be when I choose. I want to be who I am. Not who I should be in a work environment to hold a job, and do a job well done. Then again, isn’t that what everyone wants? Maybe I still need to be more specific.
I want to meet new people. Learn their stories. To remind myself that there is. so. much. out. there. I want to create. To feel energized, and satisfied. I feel I’m meant for something more. Bigger.
In my new life, i want to write. I want to maybe become a yoga teacher! But, I don’t practice even regularly enough to say I do yoga. And maybe even start a non-profit organization that brings the arts/creativity to under-privileged kids.
Currently, I feel like I’m trapped. A day job at my dream company leaves me drained. Unfulfilled. Perhaps, I need to channel some of those wants into that day job. I need to stop being aimless and be more consistent.
Now, I just to need to spark the universe to help me out…
What’s my next step?