All in a days work.
It’s a funny thing that work. I suppose it’s a prerequisite to money- of which money is a requirement to survive in today’s world. But with all my new found free time and in all my efforts to refuel my soul- I find myself focusing a lot on what my new "work" shall be. My little mind gets flooded with multiple vivid vignettes when I start to think about it. So I thought I'd break them down into segments, ramble through my thoughts and see where I land.
Let's lay the playing cards out on the table. I am a classic overachiever. I've spent my entire life outdoing some imaginative competitor that lives in a small cloud just above my left ear. She's a loud and feisty one, this competitor. She eggs me on, makes me go to the Nth degree and quite often loose sight of what I may truly want at the end of the day. It's necessary to explain this so that new friends out there don't think they stumbled into the words of a complete free style hippie spirited gal. Nope. I believe in work. Hard work. Earning what you've been given. And pushing through to get a job done.
So to flip the coin, because you know there are always two sides to a story. Why would I quit my great job? Especially in this economy?! Amber, Are you K-k-krazy? Perhaps. But truth is, there just wasn't anything left. The reserves were gone, tapped out, end of the road, hit the flashing green button and please try again later. Key Word- Later. There's a myriad of reasons, none of which are important for this ramble, but I just knew I had to sit back for awhile and take a break. Okay well, that probably about as hippie free spirit as I'm gonna get.. because guess what. Within one week, I went out and made the investment of my short little life time! Well, kinda. I'd purchased and remodeled my own home three years prior, but this was the first time I put a sizable amount of my own green on the table for an investment property. And why? The smart kid in the room would guess that I was obviously doing it because I had researched and found the perfect deal with a sizable return that would be plenty comparable to my previous real job. Ha. You couldn't be more wrong. I made the deal because I knew I should. It was the absolute first thing in a very loooong long time that made me jump with excitement. Ya ya, I've been excited about the couch I recovered, the dream wedding I planned or the man in my previous life... But let's get this straight. A person's work or the way I think about it- A person's passion gives a return of immeasurable fuel that can propel even the darkest of souls or dare I say our great county out of our darkest of funks. Get it- Its passion- its the American dream- its freedom to do what you want just because you can- its an energy that very often creates revenue- its energy that drives me and you- its the energy we all search for, even as a country its what we're looking for. (Insert, I just think its humorous that when a war didn't pull us out that we resorted to spending as our obvious solution) But come on people, I hate to make a comparison to such great magnitudes, but I am passionate about building, designing and more than anything working. And I think its just kinda cool that me, a not so very politically savvy product of the American school system still "gets" the idea of where we came from.
-Its passion: Passion to me is the feeling I get when I can't help but clinch my fists, bend my elbows and pump my fist one stiff time with a "heck ya" screaming in my mind.
-Its the American dream: The beautiful thing about the American dream is the many shapes it takes across our country and homes. But to me, a construction brat, the girl whos grown up on a construction site and bared witness to what it means to work. The American dream is the beautiful synchronized march of the rod busters as they bend down as a group and with one fail swoop carry their load of rebar across the frozen deck. They walk to the same cadence. The drop with the same pace. All done with such ease that the girl who also grew up watching The Nutcracker Ballet, had never seen such grace. They are some of the hardest working Americans I've ever known; only the real men cut it out there. The pay wasn't extraordinary, the hours were never stellar, but they were paving a street(sometimes literally) but a figurative street to a new life for them and their families. It's their spirit that resonates with me the strongest when I sit back and think of the American Dream.
-Its freedom to do what you want just because you can: This one has never meant to me as much to me as it does today. I will state it simply and you can feel free to interpret as you will. I don't think you or I have ever understood the freedom in our choices until it is taken away. Until you can no longer do as you want. Until your decisions are no longer based on what is good for yours and your families' well being. For me, this is a new concept.. the freedom to do what you want just because you can.
- Its an energy that often creates revenue: I left my very stable and well paid job- well for nothing to be quite honest. I didn't have something lined up a few weeks out. I didn't plan on looking immediately. And well quite frankly I thought I'd end up working at Starbucks or Niemen’s. There was by far not a plan in sight, but there was plenty of trust. Trust in myself. Knowing that I had the kind of energy that boiled over top of the ordinary containers of life. Knowing that my gut would not lead me to starvation (feel free to insert a small chuckle at the thought of my gut starving.. I sure know I'm smiling as I write this) But all in all, I knew without a shadow of doubt that I believed in a God that was molding me for bigger and greater things to come. I knew then and I know it today. In the interim, I'm just chillin out being pliable. Enjoying the options and awaiting the revenue of life.
-Its P p passION! I'm going to be quite honest at this point. There was a period of years there for me that I some how forgot what it was like to indulge your passion for life. Perhaps it odd that I'm a mere 26 and say that with pure heart ache and truth. But what a lesson to learn so early on in life. I've spent a great deal of time analyzing where I let it slip away through the tips of my fingers, but believe you me.. it will not happen again.
Okay so work. I know this has turned into quite the rambling escapade. Believe me, I know. It took me two sittings just to get through this one. .. I can only imagine how much time the serious bloggers put in. I mean, I'm unemployed and do as I please- how do these super moms out there track there babies' every step via their baby blog all in the names of friends and family?! I've been reading several friends blogs for years, but now that I've actually hit the key board.. I've got no idea how real people find the time?!
But back to work. As excruciating as this was for some of you to read this far down the page. This is only the beginning of my thoughts on the subject of work. While some may have an image in their minds that I am super career women, what if I told you that I believe my greatest work will be in a role I haven't even began to dabble in. Hmm.. Food for thought.
But thoughts for another blog.
It’s a funny thing that work. I suppose it’s a prerequisite to money- of which money is a requirement to survive in today’s world. But with all my new found free time and in all my efforts to refuel my soul- I find myself focusing a lot on what my new "work" shall be. My little mind gets flooded with multiple vivid vignettes when I start to think about it. So I thought I'd break them down into segments, ramble through my thoughts and see where I land.
Let's lay the playing cards out on the table. I am a classic overachiever. I've spent my entire life outdoing some imaginative competitor that lives in a small cloud just above my left ear. She's a loud and feisty one, this competitor. She eggs me on, makes me go to the Nth degree and quite often loose sight of what I may truly want at the end of the day. It's necessary to explain this so that new friends out there don't think they stumbled into the words of a complete free style hippie spirited gal. Nope. I believe in work. Hard work. Earning what you've been given. And pushing through to get a job done.
So to flip the coin, because you know there are always two sides to a story. Why would I quit my great job? Especially in this economy?! Amber, Are you K-k-krazy? Perhaps. But truth is, there just wasn't anything left. The reserves were gone, tapped out, end of the road, hit the flashing green button and please try again later. Key Word- Later. There's a myriad of reasons, none of which are important for this ramble, but I just knew I had to sit back for awhile and take a break. Okay well, that probably about as hippie free spirit as I'm gonna get.. because guess what. Within one week, I went out and made the investment of my short little life time! Well, kinda. I'd purchased and remodeled my own home three years prior, but this was the first time I put a sizable amount of my own green on the table for an investment property. And why? The smart kid in the room would guess that I was obviously doing it because I had researched and found the perfect deal with a sizable return that would be plenty comparable to my previous real job. Ha. You couldn't be more wrong. I made the deal because I knew I should. It was the absolute first thing in a very loooong long time that made me jump with excitement. Ya ya, I've been excited about the couch I recovered, the dream wedding I planned or the man in my previous life... But let's get this straight. A person's work or the way I think about it- A person's passion gives a return of immeasurable fuel that can propel even the darkest of souls or dare I say our great county out of our darkest of funks. Get it- Its passion- its the American dream- its freedom to do what you want just because you can- its an energy that very often creates revenue- its energy that drives me and you- its the energy we all search for, even as a country its what we're looking for. (Insert, I just think its humorous that when a war didn't pull us out that we resorted to spending as our obvious solution) But come on people, I hate to make a comparison to such great magnitudes, but I am passionate about building, designing and more than anything working. And I think its just kinda cool that me, a not so very politically savvy product of the American school system still "gets" the idea of where we came from.
-Its passion: Passion to me is the feeling I get when I can't help but clinch my fists, bend my elbows and pump my fist one stiff time with a "heck ya" screaming in my mind.
-Its the American dream: The beautiful thing about the American dream is the many shapes it takes across our country and homes. But to me, a construction brat, the girl whos grown up on a construction site and bared witness to what it means to work. The American dream is the beautiful synchronized march of the rod busters as they bend down as a group and with one fail swoop carry their load of rebar across the frozen deck. They walk to the same cadence. The drop with the same pace. All done with such ease that the girl who also grew up watching The Nutcracker Ballet, had never seen such grace. They are some of the hardest working Americans I've ever known; only the real men cut it out there. The pay wasn't extraordinary, the hours were never stellar, but they were paving a street(sometimes literally) but a figurative street to a new life for them and their families. It's their spirit that resonates with me the strongest when I sit back and think of the American Dream.
-Its freedom to do what you want just because you can: This one has never meant to me as much to me as it does today. I will state it simply and you can feel free to interpret as you will. I don't think you or I have ever understood the freedom in our choices until it is taken away. Until you can no longer do as you want. Until your decisions are no longer based on what is good for yours and your families' well being. For me, this is a new concept.. the freedom to do what you want just because you can.
- Its an energy that often creates revenue: I left my very stable and well paid job- well for nothing to be quite honest. I didn't have something lined up a few weeks out. I didn't plan on looking immediately. And well quite frankly I thought I'd end up working at Starbucks or Niemen’s. There was by far not a plan in sight, but there was plenty of trust. Trust in myself. Knowing that I had the kind of energy that boiled over top of the ordinary containers of life. Knowing that my gut would not lead me to starvation (feel free to insert a small chuckle at the thought of my gut starving.. I sure know I'm smiling as I write this) But all in all, I knew without a shadow of doubt that I believed in a God that was molding me for bigger and greater things to come. I knew then and I know it today. In the interim, I'm just chillin out being pliable. Enjoying the options and awaiting the revenue of life.
-Its P p passION! I'm going to be quite honest at this point. There was a period of years there for me that I some how forgot what it was like to indulge your passion for life. Perhaps it odd that I'm a mere 26 and say that with pure heart ache and truth. But what a lesson to learn so early on in life. I've spent a great deal of time analyzing where I let it slip away through the tips of my fingers, but believe you me.. it will not happen again.
Okay so work. I know this has turned into quite the rambling escapade. Believe me, I know. It took me two sittings just to get through this one. .. I can only imagine how much time the serious bloggers put in. I mean, I'm unemployed and do as I please- how do these super moms out there track there babies' every step via their baby blog all in the names of friends and family?! I've been reading several friends blogs for years, but now that I've actually hit the key board.. I've got no idea how real people find the time?!
But back to work. As excruciating as this was for some of you to read this far down the page. This is only the beginning of my thoughts on the subject of work. While some may have an image in their minds that I am super career women, what if I told you that I believe my greatest work will be in a role I haven't even began to dabble in. Hmm.. Food for thought.
But thoughts for another blog.
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