Somehow on the fun ride that we call life, I forgot to work on my career.
Funny, never really thought of what I would be doing until late high school.
Nor did I see myself as capable in any sense of the word.
Well there was something, though it was more of a deep wish to make sure that I was happy.
Which is something I have been working on these five years. Now that I have healed and become this happy shiny person. Seriously, feeling happy and shiny ( Firefly reference) is good. There is a wholeness there that was there before. Might help that there is someone who see's me for me.
All of it, from the need to be brilliant, acknowledged and to be seen as an adult. To the very childish and selfish parts of me that still thinks all the Cinnamon Toast Crunch is mine. To my inner beauty.
Though what I have also learned in the last five years is that I am not fully able to be my work best.
Yeah, I've taught full-time for three years in a field that others have spent five years working towards. That I am lacking in that aspect, which makes me feel like a fake. As if I should just be working at Los Taco Bell for the rest of my life.
Then there is the shame of things, here I am at a point where I should be career settled and I am not.
I still haven't chosen what it is that I will work toward. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with me turning forty in seven years. It begins to drain on the psyche. Saps something out of you, that all your little victories haven't added up to nothing.
Though go back about eight years in my life, there was a point where I chose to nail down my career.
I said to myself. We're going to become a P.A. and we're going to get to that point. It wasn't until I looked over my earlier high school grades and noticed that I was severely lacking in the science skills. Where I had just taken college prep classes for the sciences. I found myself around people, who were AP and honors students in the same subjects. I really in a word felt embarrassed about it. Couple that with how I was feeling and the sense of dread that I was a fucktard. Lets say my second attempt at starting over went to shit. Considering my first attempt was shitty because I lacked the courage to nail down what I truly wanted. Though what I truly wanted wasn't for me anyway, came to realize that I lack the true natural talent that one needs to be a music education teacher. Also that I wasn't that great at it anyway. Though now as I hit my third attempt at nailing down my career, I find myself looking at nursing as a start. Though I found that it all comes back full circle to what I originally wanted to be. Funny how things workout like that.
The same fear is there looking at me from the corner, like you are going to see that you're not good enough for this career. An I am going to look back at that fear, let it know that I taught full-time as an unlicensed ESL teacher and did my best. Got over my fear of speaking in-front of others. I think I will do fine. Though the little girl who had no one expect anything from her is also looking at me, afraid for my failure, worried that we'll embarrass ourselves like we did for the Governor's School of Music audition. Or that someone will be angry at us for not being all that we can be, because we are afraid of achieving something.
An then I will hug her and let he know that this time were good to go. We've got faith and hope that I will be okay. We'll soar. Or at least have a stable job, just not at Los Taco Bell.