You work for a living—bills and/or debts have to be paid, food needs to be bought, a little fun has to be had now and again. You do a job you don’t particularly like, one that brings little gratification save for the financial assistance it provides. And yet, despite the fact you know its days are numbered (the writing’s on the wall), you stress, panic, or have a meltdown. Gotta love the cliché sayings; trite but appropriate.
Losing a job due to restructuring or “defunctness” isn’t within our control. How can we stop, avoid or change something that is intangible, elusive, and outside our realm? . . . So why, why, why do we feel tense, frustrated, fearful?
One of my goals, dreams, desires: to be a published, credited writer of fiction and film. The talent exits. Yay! The success does not. Boo (hoo).
Sometimes you can’t luck in for trying. But maybe it’s simply not meant to be. Maybe it—as I often say—is not within our power to bring about.
Am I depressed that the axe will soon drop? No. Never much liked the job. It’s far from rocket science. But it pays for what’s needed.
Am I upset, sad, and/or angry? Nope. Never much liked the job. Yes, I could have made a greater effort to move on long ago. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough . . . maybe it was never in my control.
Am I anxious or frightened? No—hold it. I lie. I am a little. It’s human to worry, to be scared of the unknown. While I haven’t won the lottery big-time (yet), moved to Hawaii and become an American (yet), discovered my true calling (yet)—it doesn’t appear to be writing, but never say never—or saved for the future, I’ve never lacked. Sure, there have been lean, tough-rough times. Somehow I’ve always managed. Through God’s grace.
Am I going to give up? Nah. I’m going to give over. Am I going to surrender? Yes. I’ll surrender—to the flow. Even if something or someone quits me, I’m not a quitter.