For the past 10 years, I’ve had a great part-time job, working in a small office with an amazing group of women. It offered flexibility, decent pay, an easy commute, and, yes, those amazing women who made the work environment lots of fun.
Sounds perfect, right?
Yet, two weeks ago, I resigned.
In spite of all the positive things about my job, I realized something was missing. While I had started out as strictly a technical writer, I eventually became “head of the department,” which in reality meant I was doing more paper shuffling and organizing than actual writing. I’ve handled that pretty well for several years, because it was routine and required minimal effort. But in the last year, our business has taken a decided upswing – in fact, it’s growing by leaps and bounds. That’s fabulous of course, but it means I have LOTS more paper to shuffle.
I just turned 55 years of age, and I’ve realized I don’t want to shuffle paper anymore.
Many years ago, every Wednesday night I would run down the basement stairs in my piano teacher's house. I'd take my seat at her Baldwin grand piano, and she would settle into the dining room chair placed just slightly to my left. She would lean back against the chair, close her eyes, smile, and say "alright."
Then I would start to play. Perhaps it was Beethoven or Chopin, or the Brahms Rhapsody I worked at for such a long time. When I finished (if I was very lucky and if I had practiced very hard) she would sigh deeply and say, "That feeds my soul."
Perhaps it's selfish and unrealistic in today's world to hope that your job will also feed your soul. How lucky am I to work where I'm not only paid well, but respected and valued? How happy do I really expect to be? It's a JOB, after all - shouldn't I just suck it up and look elsewhere for soul feeding?
Well, maybe. But then again, I'm 55 years old. How much time do I have left for soul feeding?
So I took the leap, hoping and trusting that the universe will provide me with the right opportunity, as it has done so generously in the past. Already, I feel more excited about life in general than I have in a very long time.
In the five years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve met amazing women (like Angie!) who have set their sights on some pretty impressive dreams. In that span of time they’ve developed talents they didn’t know they had and parlayed them into successful business ventures. They’ve embarked on new relationships and embraced the changes those bring. They’ve taken great leaps of faith when it wasn’t logical or practical, and with hard work and commitment, they’ve made their dreams come true.
It’s the inspiration of family and friends that give us the courage move forward in this life, to do those brave and daring things that allow us to grow and change for the better. I’m excited about what lies ahead for me, and I have faith that with some perseverance and some willingness to open myself to opportunity, I will find that special something to feed my soul.
How about you? What feeds your soul? How have you made it a part of your everyday life?