Do I enjoy having my shit together? Absolutely. Is it a facade more than half the time? Definitely.
I never thought I would be the kind of person to celebrate the mass destruction of other living things. However, this fall I am eagerly anticipating the desolation of the unreal amount of mosquitos living in our midst. No doubt, this coming seasonal extermination will probably be my favorite thing about this October, other than the beautiful leaves and crisp autumn air. Beauty and destruction; a rigid dichotomy.
Well she did it, folks! My mom retired from the Postal Service after almost 38 years. Did she retire to sip leisurely from tropical drinks on the beaches of Florida? Well, no. In fact, she starts her new job next week… teaching preschoolers (insert shudder here).
What sets your soul ablaze? Do you even know? Have you spent purposeful time thinking about it or are you too tired with the daily demands of your life to even ponder such a topic? Is our purpose here on earth to live, pay bills, and die? What are you really good at… does that line up with what interests you? Are you afraid of change? If so, why? What do you really, I mean really, want in this life? What is important to you? Not your friends or family, YOU.
These questions have been floating around in my mind this week as I have been helping my mom recently with exploring the possibility of a new career path. She has been at her current job for 38 years. Thirty-eight years at the same employer. Not long ago, this was a common occurrence. Nowadays, you would be hard pressed to find someone in my generation that has stayed with the same employer (even if promoted or serving in various roles throughout their time there) for more than several years in a row.
We all have friends and acquaintances. People come and go in our lives, making it more pleasant with just their existence. Some last for seasons, some last for years, some last for lifetimes. And then there are the ones that are just, well… different. For some unexplained reason, they are more than just friends. It is like your souls recognize each other, and they just get you. These people are our best friends, our confidants, our lifelines, our tribe. Time can go by in our busy lives and yet this relationship picks right up where it left off, never changing even as you each inevitably change yourselves. There is comfort, acceptance, and support that often exceeds logical explanation.
I got my first piece published this month. I almost cried. It was so cool to see my words and name in physical print before me. Accomplishing this little feat has fueled the tiny sparks that are increasingly becoming real and palpable goals.