I didn’t decide what I wanted to be when I grew up until I was about 35. Until that long time, I still had dreams of being a spy and one of my idols was Trinity from the Matrix.
Right after I saw that movie (I had a three year old at the time ) I wanted to buy black leather pants and sell my washing machine for a motorcycle. I would have had NO place to wear those black leather mammas except at the park, which would have been weird. I mean, I am no Carrie-Anne Moss, but I doubt even she wears them while playing on a swing set.
Of course, then again, I also had the dream of living in Laguna Beach and being a writer who lived by the ocean. Knapsack. Flip flops. Anything from Quicksilver is a total go for style. Hair in braids or a loose bun, an old writing journal, me and the sea. This became even more alluring when I found the Koffee Klatch, an eclectic style coffee shop right on the Pacific Coast Highway and manager Joe is a wanna be music producer. I could totally see myself on those couches writing about whatever fell from the sky.
When I pieced together my current job, it was a miracle, and just happened to be better than both of those previous dreams combined.
It was particularly astonishing to me, because up until then, I was deeply unsuccessful at everything I had ever done.
Like tragically unsuccessful.
In 6th grade I tried out for Vice President of the School.
In 7th grade, I tried out for Cheerleader.
I took a breather in 8th grade, in order to gear up for another flaming streak of losses.
I tried out for Cheerleader again in 9th grade.
Then Vice President in the 10th Grade.
When I was a Junior a girl named Valerie Frandsen asked me if I wanted to be the student representative for the girls Federation Club, and I had absolutely no idea what that was, and I STILL HAVE NO IDEA (I am not sure if that is even the right name for the title,) but after I received the call, I do believe I fell down on my face praising holy things.
The “girls federation whatever it was” got me a back seat ride on a BOAT on a FLOAT (sounds a bit like Dr.Suess), in the 4th of July parade. Now, that is a sign that you have made it. When you get to throw small pieces of hard candy at innocent children as you drive by them. (Oh my gosh, she’s famous, isn’t she? Yes, yes, I am.)
I pretty much thought my career had peaked after that.
But to my tremendous delight, Divine Providence struck as a senior and I was called to be the President of my High School Student Body Seminary. (This is an optional religion class you can take during High School hours, when the small city in which you live is highly populated with religious people.)
I was told by the Seminary Principle that I was the first girl ever to be called to this position, and probably the first girl in the history of our entire church to have it.
I am pretty darn sure he was over-emphasizing for dramatic effect, but was I really going to question that? Not one bit.
It was rare, and I finally had something to do.
I got to do all kinds things I’d only seen in movies…CONDUCT MEETINGS. GIVE PUBLIC TALKS. ORGANIZE EVENTS.
Oh my, I loved it, this was so much better than throwing candy at small children.
In a big double whammy, at the tail end of my Senior year, I was also unexpectedly voted “BEST LEGS” in the entire senior class, which was another welcome ending to a very limited-popularity career.
I was kind of a contradiction in terms–a spiritual leader with nice legs, but I claimed my two achievements in a mini-skirt with scriptures in hand.
The seminary appointment got me a full ride scholarship to college, where I pulled nearly straight A’s my first year. However, my short lived college run went the way of other giddy co-eds that meet really hot upper-classman, marry very very young and don’t have any life plans of their own.
By my second year of college, my life became absorbed into my brand new husband’s life plans and I went creatively and ambitiously to sleep for a decade.
He went to State College to finish his degree and I went with him. (Not as a student.) When he went to Dental School across the United States to Pittsburgh, I followed him with two babies in tow.
When I was 28 we moved to Arizona, and I opened my spiritual eyes and started to wake up and wonder, what other things might I be created for.
By this time, I had three kids, two of which were in school. I still felt I had little pockets of extra time, extra energy to spare, and a wildly creative mind that could not be contained by household things like crafting or decorating or heaven help us, gardening.
I loved being a mom, but there was a lot left of me to still uncover.
So, I went exploring.
I prayed about going back to school and finishing my degree. I really wanted to be a teacher or a psychologist. The answer I received was “no” and I was really really mad at God for that for awhile.
But I had no idea that the coaching industry would soon be emerging and that I could get paid to do BOTH in a much faster path and without the traditional college route. This is where God led me instead, to a place I that I didn’t know existed, and that was far beyond what the parameters of my imagination could conceive at the time. (I confessed my error, and thankfully, He still adored me.)
Can someone just give Tony Robbins and Brendan Burchard a great big kiss for me? (It would be weird if “I” did that, but if it’s your thing, go for it!)
These are pioneers for the non-traditional path-takers, the savory, semi-displaced souls that have been found in the “coaching world.”
Enter the era of the “expert.” Where the motto is: “If what you say works for us, we’ll pay you.”
This is what I learned in 2011 and I learned it quickly. Who knew that the girl who could get elected to absolutely nothing, dropped out of college, would one day have people read what she writes and buy my stuff–No one is more surprised by this than me.
Though, I would not call what I do to be a “job” more like a mad, head over heels love affair that I never want to come out of. When I am working, I do things I love all day long.
And I can take all the time off I want (and money still comes in.)
I write articles that may or may not have meaning to anyone else but me, but I love the process of it. I coach inspiring people (who are already amazing.) I sell products that help people live happier and healthier (#doTERRA) It’s not all easy…I’m not saying that. Some days it totally kicks my butt and some days untangling situations can feel quite problematic, but like your children, that does not mean that you don’t love it to pieces every minute anyway.
I do. Very much.
Most of the time, I can’t believe I get paid to do this stuff.
I am glad I didn’t finish college, because there wasn’t going to be a place for me,
and no way that I would fit into a single compartment.
I’m also very happy I went looking for that road 10 years ago and I didn’t wait until my kids left home, because they would have been raised by about 1/3 of a person.
Now, that’s not the answer for everyone, but personally, I have grown into who I am through this process, found a better version of myself and a deep, deep love of life that come when you are living as you feel you were born to. My intent through it all was to be an attentive mom, and stay close to home, which is made possible by running my operation from a cell phone and a laptop computer in small pockets of time throughout the day.
I think the point is that you can do whatever you want to do–in fact, just make it up along the way, and do some tailoring so that it FITS YOU PERFECTLY.
Bestselling Author and award winning actress, Mindy Kaling wrote: (Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me)
“If I can give one bit of advice to any drama major, high school theater kid, or inmate who is reading this in a prison library with dreams of being cast in the prison play, it’s this:
WRITE YOUR OWN PART.
It’s the only way I’ve gotten anywhere. It’s much harder work, but sometimes you have to take destiny into your own hands. It forces you to think about what your strengths really are, and once you find them, you can showcase them, and no one can stop you.”
That’s what I’m really trying to say here in a reminiscent, round about way, is WRITE YOUR OWN PART. Do your own thing. Make it up as you go if you have to.
I don’t know when we started to live inside of boxes and feel that it was the only way for us. Perhaps that’s why I could never succeed when I was INSIDE ONE, cutting off my limbs to fit in.
But when I found my thing, or IT FOUND ME, we were off-road high adventure with no pavement.
As for the spying or Laguna Beach Bum writer, I’m all talk when it comes to a job change, because I have a hard time imagining that I could separate from the love affair I’m currently having.
Though I make it to Laguna as often as I can for chocolate cake and the latest on Joe’s ambitions for the music industry but maaaybe…if I could find some black leather Trinity style-pants, I could wear them while I was there