These are the chronicles of my year of becoming the top 3 things I’ve always wanted to be: A published author, thinner, and kinder. I’ve quit my job as a professional development consultant, much to the confusion of most people I know, and committed myself to a one year timeline to get myself where I’ve always wanted to be.
Published Author: I’m a southern beach native who’s made her way to DC. I had spent a few year’s managing corporate events and then leadership consulting when I realized I was hoofing it up the wrong corporate ladder. I had wanted to write and loved to read for as long as I can remember. I’d studied literature, writing, and communication in college, but shifted my path pretty quickly once I’d graduated. This is the year I want to change it all back so that I can stop wondering what may have been.
Thinner: I was born with the metabolism of a koala bear. I can munch on Eucalyptus leaves all day and my body will still get confused, convert it to cellulite and push it straight down into the legs of my jeans. While in college, I ran and took martial arts classes (for the exercise, dammit!) and I still managed to look like Violet Beauregarde after the blueberry pie course of her 3 course chewing gum by age 19. I’ve since seen many specialist to treat a resistance to insulin that allows my body to turn food into fuel like a normal person’s, and not lumps and rolls. My goal is to continue getting fit and to have thighs that cannot spark a fire when wearing shorts in the summertime. Amen?
Kinder: This was a late addition. I was standing in line at Trader Joe’s a couple of weeks after leaving my job and the 80 year old woman in front of me was buying out the store. I’m not even sure how you spend more than a hundred bucks at TJ’s on one person, but she was managing just fine to break two. The cashier rung everything up…and then had to take everything out and start over. I sighed and rolled my eyes with all the drama of a ten year-old who’s mom just said “Cool”, even though I had absolutely nowhere to be. The two of them chatted pleasantly with on another, which I’m sure helped speed up the situation. My stressed-efficiency expert psyche took control and just as I was about to make a comment to ensure the expedition of the situation, the cashier turned my way for a moment and I saw that she had just one arm. My face cooled for a moment, only to heat right back up again, only this time with shame instead of selfish fury. I tuned into the rest of their pleasant chatter and learned that the older woman lived alone and that her two sons were far away pursuing their separate passions.
I realized just how unnecessary, bizarre and misplaced my impatience was and made a vow to start paying attention to people other than myself…and to hold off on passing judgement until I have all the facts. This lasted almost an hour, but I’m committing to at least making a concerted effort, when possible, this year. Oh. And the 80 year old woman? She turned to me and the cashier before leaving an said, “I always told my sons, go after and do what you love. Don’t worry about money or what anyone thinks. You gotta love your work. As long as your good at it, too.”
Thanks, slow poke. That advice was timely, unlike your shopping trip.