Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Life lessons and such





Well, as some of my avid readers have reminded me, it's been awhile. My 34th birthday has long come and gone and I am well on my way into Project 34. I have also had some good life lessons and reminders.

Life lesson 1: Family* is the most important thing.
I have always known this, but have been made acutely aware of this in the last year. I have always known I was a really lucky lady to have the immediate family I have. I love them, but truly enjoy them as well. My extended family is off-the-charts as well. Last year when my job changed and life became uncertain, my family was there to support any decision I made. And they were. I moved in with cousins and my dad and uncle helped me move into my new home in Chicago. It was just what you do for family. I could have done it on my own, but it would have been more difficult. The help of family made it easy.
I was reminded of the importance of my family when my dad underwent unexpected open heart surgery a few months ago. I had expected to be in town for work and extended the travel to stay for Easter. It turned into a more complex plan. It was my turn to be there. It was my turn to support. It was my turn to help make things easier. Obviously, I was not alone in that plan. We supported one another and had networks of people all around us sending love by making calls, sending a text or email, making lunches, or just by being in the room because it was as important to them as it was to me/us. During this time of extreme worry and concern, the family surrounded us to make things easier and to make me/us stronger. I was also reminded of just how much I enjoy the company of my family.
* It is here I should mention that Family means not just the family you are born into, but the friends who become like family.


Life Lesson 2: Mistakes happen and some can't be undone.
This lesson is definitely less happy than the one above but is important as well. I have made mistakes in my life but none that couldn't be undone or fixed with some hard work and an apology. Well, at 34, I finally made a mistake that could not be fixed (at least in the immediate circumstances) by me. I made a huge error at my work and missed a deadline for a sizable grant. It wasn't on purpose, but an apology couldn't fix it. So the organization made the decision to fire me. Even a week later, my heart sinks and I feel physically ill when I say or type that. Fired. Failure. Ugh.
I feel that way because I let myself and others down. I made a mistake, a mistake that I couldn't fix.  Interestingly, while I feel ill about it, it is not because I am separated from the organization. On Wednesday after the conversation with my boss, I almost felt relieved. Don't get me wrong, it is SUPER scary to be without work, especially when it is on someone else's terms and in a way that is not a reflection of your best self. But if I am honest with myself, I really disliked my job. Even on my worst day at previous jobs, I still liked what I was doing and the people I was doing it with. Most recently in my job, I felt I was failing all the time. That was a new feeling for me to have so consistently and leads me to Life Lesson 3.

Life Lesson 3: I require a team.
It is super important for me to have a supportive team environment in my workplace. For almost ten years, I worked virtually and independently but had people to lean on. In my recent experience, I worked alone but really didn't have people to rely on in the same way. I realized I can be independent but need some support. A really good ting to know as I embark on the interviewing process because it's  as important for me to interview them as it is for them to interview me. I may have failed myself when moving into the latest role. I fear I heard what I wanted vs. what they were actually saying, but we will never know for sure. Either way, I learned a lot along the way, both about myself and about what is important to me in a work environment.

Life Lesson 4: I am ridiculously well loved.
I have said this before and will say this again, I consider myself to be a really lucky lady. I have incredible people in my life, both near and far. Throughout the major life changes over the last year and even recently, I was reminded of that fact. I will never be able to thank everyone but will do my best to return the favor and pass along the kindness to others.

I am pleased to report that along with these life circumstances, I have still been working on my Project 34. As I had said in that post, the objectives may shift and they definitely have. I am actively using my FitBit and might be a little obsessed. Since becoming unemployed, I realized there is absolutely no excuse! So far, so good.
The dating thing was going fairly well and then my world kind of turned upside down, so I backed off a bit. But it is a fun way to meet new people and just get out. Doing so, actually helps me meet the objective to try new things! (Love when you can check two things off in one!).
I'll keep you posted on the progress and on the adventures of this period of 'fun'employment (which I hope is SHORT!).
Until next time...




The end of a another chapter

(should have been posted in March)

I am in the mitten for a few days and have been laying my head in a few different homes based on work and social commitments so last night was the first night I stayed at my parents house. And as I was saying goodnight to my mom I realized this was the very last time I would stay here at this house. My house. The house I lived in from 7th grade on.
As soon as I made that realization it kind of overwhelmed me and that shocks me!Anyone that knows me well (or knows my moving history) should know I am firm believer in the concept of "home is where the heart is". I mean, a house is just a house. I have not lived in this house really since leaving for college (in the fall of 1998!). My "room" has been a converted library since I officially moved away ten years ago. (Following college, I did return for a few months, as people do. So my room was back to being my room for a little bit.) But this house was "home" for a very long part of my life. The sounds, smells, and sites are all familiar. And so many things happened in my life (and my family's) while we lived here- as they do.
We returned "home" to Michigan after a couple of not-so-perfect years elsewhere.
I had my first kiss outside the front door.
I broke up with the "love of my life" sitting in the driveway.
I showed up here at 5am when another boy shattered my heart and I just needed to be home.
I threw some (what I thought were sneaky) parties and the nrightbors watched but didn't tell because they knew we were good kids.
We laughed around the table and played games more times than I could ever count.
We discussed major life decisions (colleges, cross country moves, job changes, new babies) all around the kitchen table.
The "winter" tree is lit in Novemeber and doesn't go out until at least March. It embarrasses my mother but a few neighbors know and also appreciate it's wacky wonderfulness.
My parents will be moving into their new home once school gets out in June. Until then they will live with the Dude, Dudette and littlest dude.
I look forward to seeing my parents create a new life in their new home and new(ish) community. I look forward to new memories in their home.

*Note: I did return home one more time, unexpectedly and officially moved my parents out of the house. I watched the moving truck pull away and handed the keys to the new owners while they were at the hospital so Papa could recover.