I've come to a realization about myself. Actually, I had this realization on October 27, 2009 when I drafted this post and never posted it. See what I mean about challenging myself??? So, in my attempt to hold myself accountable to my thoughts (that still ring true today), I'm posting it now!
It started when I was thinking about jobs. I can honestly say that I have liked (maybe even loved) every job that I've had (for more than 24 hours) in my life. At Wendy's -- I was highly entertained by the drama created by my co-workers and was a speed demon in the drive thru.
I was a dishwasher at Cardinals, but the good thing about that is that you always felt like you were accomplishing something by the end of your shift. And the Chefs took me under their wings and taught me how to cook some really cool stuff. Too bad I forgot how to make any of it.
I had three good jobs at UW Hospital throughout college -- for the School of Nursing, the Dept. of Radiology and the Dept. of Medical Physics. It was awesome to be surrounded by such smart people who were trying to do good things (even if all I did for them was make copies of articles for them and reprinted their schedules 50 million times). And those jobs started my honest enjoyment of answering the office phone and distributing mail.
My first "professional" job was at WAA. Who can ask for more than to work in support of a place she loves with some of the best people around?
Then in law school, I worked at Johnson Controls, where I felt super powerful and important because, among other things, I prepared the proxy (an important legal document that nobody except the SEC cares about!) for a Fortune 100 company.
At Grzeca I was doing what I was really good at -- immigration law. And I was given opportunities to manage people and an office; things I never really wanted to do, but found out I was also surprisingly good at.
And then there was Catholic Charities. Although it was the most disorganized place I've ever worked, it was by far the most rewarding. I was making a real difference in people's lifes and helping my Mexicans.
Finally, there's this "job" I'm doing now -- being a stay at home mom. I spend my day cleaning bottles, doing laundry, and hanging out with Layla Bear (oh yeah, and watching too much Law & Order). And I absolutely love it.
After thinking about jobs, I started thinking about my life. I can honestly say I live in the moment. That's not to say I'm a free spirit because I'm certainly not! What I'm saying is that I enjoy the life I live at the time I live it. And generally, looking back at things, I've enjoyed my whole life. From what I remember. Which isn't much. (I have a very bad memory!)
I've had good friends at every stage; some of them have stuck with me through multiple stages, but the majority have come and gone (and been reconnected with via facebook) and I'm ok with that.
And overall I've been happy...But am I living my life or is it living me?? I'm not sure!
