I’ve been reading a lot lately… as in I just read a fantasy trilogy that is 2,000+ pages in just over a week. (Yes, I’m insane.) It’s easy to get lost in a world that exists only in your head. You just turn the page and turn the page and turn the page until… well, until there are no more pages.
Books have been very important to me as I’ve adjusted to my new job. They’ve given me the chance to step out of my position and into someone else’s shoes. You see, I’m so tired of feeling physical stress coursing through my body. I’m tired of not knowing what my duties are because I’m only half trained and have no supervisor. I’m tired of dreading Monday. I’m tired of being pessimistic and crabby. These things aren’t ME.
Adjusting to changes takes time. I’m on my way, but not quite there yet. Hey–at least I’m no longer bursting into tears over my breakfast cereal.
One of the best pieces of career advice I’ve ever received was from one of my professors while studying abroad. She was a quirky little Irish lady with spring-like brown curls and I adored her class. One day, while in her office getting help on a paper, she said: “It’s okay to not know what you want to do. The important thing is finding out what you DON’T want to do and go from there.” (For her, the number one thing to avoid were jobs that required hair nets.)
With this in mind, my new job is very illuminating. In addition to all the professional skills I’m developing, I’m learning a lot about what I don’t want in a job. I don’t want to be in an office alone–I need a job where other people are involved. I don’t want to work in a Chamber of Commerce. I don’t want to own a business. I don’t want to do anything that involves finances. I want a job where I report to a boss, receive proper training, and am given clear expectations. I want a job with structure–with a checklist of tasks and responsibilities, with a set start and end time.
My mom is starting to ride me about figuring out what to do next. Which doesn’t do much for my stress load. I genuinely want to move on. But I feel like I’m not free to do that until we find a new Executive Director… which could take some time.
So I lose myself in the pages of books. I spend my evenings in someone else’s mind. I breathe in, breathe out, and wait for the day I’m adjusted enough that I no longer need to escape.
I’ll get there someday.