I Found My Groove

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I had a hard time deciding what I wanted to be when I grew up.  In fact, as a kid, I didn’t want to be, well, anything.  No ballerina, doctor or astronaut for me.  I was kinda lazy and not very ambitious.  I was an average student with no real favorite subjects.  I did love photography, but to pursue it as a career was just too hard.  (See lazy comment above.)

Needless to say, since graduating from college I’ve had a few jobs in a few different industries.  I had a college degree and, to my parents’ surprise and delight had only changed my major once.  As soon as I got out of school, I didn’t want to do anything remotely linked to that major though.  Thus began my job-hopping journey.  I was a call center representative at an airline; I worked in a group home for mentally challenged adults; I worked in a video store, a retail store, a grocery store.  I never really stayed in one place very long and always had my eye on the next big thing that I was sure was going to be my dream job.  I never had a clue what would constitute that dream job.  I just assumed it was out there waiting for me.  Being a job-hopper gave me a lot of experience with what I didn’t want, but I still never had a clear picture of what I actually wanted, what would indeed make me happy.  So many times, the jobs I held were just bill-payers and the best thing that happened in them was the day I was able to quit.

I don’t know. Chartreuse? Crimson? Sunflower? Maybe I should have read this back in ’93.
Credit: amazon.com

Yesterday, it hit me.  I was at work, sitting in our annual meeting about the state of the company.  The president was going on about stock prices and strategies for the next 5 years.  Usually, that’s the stuff I tune out.  But as I sat there, captivated by his speech, I realized that for the first time in years I love my job and I love where I do it.  For me, that’s a big deal.  That’s like saying I love ice cream.  Jobs are just a means to an end.  They pay the bills.  But this one, it’s a keeper.  I started thinking about the opportunity that I have at this company.  I’m a manager for the first time ever.  I have total control over how I want this department to run because I’m the first one ever to be in this department (I was hired to create it).  I’ve always been a “worker” and now I get to be a leader, with full managerial support.  I get to write the rules. I have an opportunity to make a difference here.  I never realized how much I wanted to do that until I was given permission to do it.  I’m 42 years old and I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.

Credit: toothpastefordinner.com
Credit: toothpastefordinner.com

As I watch my daughter grow and explore new things, I love it when she says, “I want to be an artist when I grow up” or “I want to be a songwriter AND a scientist!”  I want her to have goals and to be imaginative with those goals.  I never want her to settle for something that just pays the bills.  I want her to remember that feeling of wanting to BE something.   I know from my own experience that until I identified what engaged my head and my heart, I just floated around aimlessly.  I’m going to be there with my “been there, done that” life to help her figure that all out.  Of course I want the best for her, I’m her mom.  But now that I got my groove on myself and know how good that feeling of satisfaction is, I want to do whatever I can to help her find hers.

I want to work with YOU, Mommy!  Photo: K. Stevenson
I want to work with YOU, Mommy!
Photo: K. Stevenson

6 comments on “I Found My Groove”

  1. Kriste, I always said yes you can do it, remember those late nite calls? I just did not think it would take this long.keep going and do not stop dreaming.remember zoey is watching. love u Dad

  2. I liked this post so much. Really. I can relate to so much of what you say … besides being in my dream job. (Hey – at least one of us has arrived!) And I remember running out to the store to buy What Color Is Your Parachute one night because I needed to have it RIGHT THAT SECOND so that I would know what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I started it, got bored, and continued to waitress.

    1. Thanks Tara. I wouldn’t exactly call this my dream job, but I like it a lot. (I still want to be famous someday-that’s why it’s a dream, right?)

      You totally made me laugh at the parachute story. That’s so me too! In fact, I think my mother bought the book FOR me…numerous times!

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