I went to school for fashion design and I got my first job out of college, like many of us do, not in the exact thing we went to school for. What does everyone say to you? Get your foot in the door! So that's what I did. Looking back now, 21 years later, I remember those feelings of being so lost, not knowing which way to turn.
Lacked the skills of where, how to place my motivation and my interest. Have you ever had those feelings? You know deep down in depths of your gut this isn't what you wanted, expected and you are beyond disappointed , so you keep doing it. How CRAZY is that? Thinking the grass is greener at the next job, right? So this began my retail journey of moving up and around for my career.
In the years to come thereafter ,I moved from different cities and jobs to keep my, so called amazing and glamorous ,career moving forward. As the years went on I fell deeper into the corporate daily grind and my motivation was less and less. Not taking good care of my mind, body and soul. I lost my zest for self care and improvement. Running on maybe 3 hours a sleep a night and I didn't stay motivated with the best of habits..or much of anything really.
Can you relate?
I missed out on parties with friends, holidays with my family and got myself into some pretty good debt doing retail therapy thinking that would be the answer, at least for the moment, to how I was feeling.
Then after running on empty for so many years, the worst thing happened. I was told that had the horrible demon, cancer! WHAT! I am only 28 years old. This can't be happening. I have my entire life a head of me. I was so grateful to make it through this tragic event in my life. Do you think I made the change of my career and doing what motivates me and I enjoy?
NOPE! Only a few short months later ,I went to work and many of us were called one by one into an office and we were told the company we were being let go. How could this be? I have worked until 10-11pm every night including the weekends. Battled cancer! I gave up my life for this place. The feeling was like someone had pulled the rug from underneath my feet. Could life get any worse I thought?