Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Finding Diamonds on the Freeway
When I wrote my last post, I was standing at a fork in the road. Since, I have chosen a path and been cruising/stumbling down it. I am not sure I can say I chose the road less traveled this time around. I feel like I'm on the 405 , not a dusty, hidden trail. Many who have come before me have raced down this multi-lane freeway known as corporate America, but I am determined to make my time on this path as unique as possible. I meditate each day on the way to work (eyes open of course) instead of listening to music or my beloved NPR. This 20 minutes of reflection and gratitude help center me for the remainder of the day and remind me that I am more than my physical body, I am more than my current job, and it is not what we are doing while here on earth necessarily, but how we go about doing it.
I see so many bland, dry, lack luster faces walk by in the tall office building that I visit for 8-10 hours 5 days a week. The eyes I try to peer inside of look glazed and still. "Did you want to end up working in an office building?" I often wonder. "What did you want to do when you were little?" I am always wondering when I see these stoic humans ... so far removed from the life that once, sizzled and popped within them ... even if only at birth. But, usually, I don't inquire. I am guilty of letting my gaze, though not yet glazed, fall downward and I ride up to my floor, the second floor, in silence. "Have a day unlike any other!" I want to say with gusto as I make my exit. "Find one way to make this mundane day memorable to you ... please!" But, I don't say this. I say, "Have a good day," if I say anything at all. I, despite my best attempt to keep an open heart, and present mind, am not immune to the long days spent in a rainbow of beige walls, the only breeze, from the AC unit.
Normally, I have some sort of takeaway after a semi-rant like this. Tonight, I am not sure I do. What did you want to do when you were little? What are you doing now? How did you get there and how do you make your days count if you are not working your dream job? I'd just love to know. And by the way, I am thankful to have this job and I know, as always, I am on this path because it's my path, however confusing it may be.
Here's a few lovely links.
Tips for Discovering Your Dream Job
Project Dream Job
~with gratitude for traveling multiple paths~