Looking in the mirror I find myself wondering if what I see is real. I have sat looking at myself in the mirror and asked our loud who the person looking back at me is. I have reached out to touch the mirror to see if I am living a lie. What in the world has happened to me?
On one side, I look at my life as it is now with a new job, that I adore. A job that challenges me, allows me to learn and expand my boundaries but doesn’t completely intimidate me. A job, the piece of the puzzle that I longed for when I lost the near 180 pounds before that would let me keep my new life in order and keep my life moving in the right direction.
My previous job, the one that was supposed to give me a more normal life, has left me almost a shell of who I had become. My relationships have suffered, my health suffered. When I would look in the mirror while at that job I didn’t want to look myself in the eye. I felt like I was a disappointment to myself, like I had made a bad decision.
I look at my experience at my last job with a lot of sadness. As I was leaving there I could see only all the bad in what had happened there. I gained back a significant amount of weight despite my best efforts to keep it off. (Upside I have maintained over 100 pounds lost.) I sat down with Robb towards the end of my time there and was so upset over all the positive momentum I had lost. I felt like I was back at square one and that I had wasted so much of my life spinning my tires.
Robb helped me see the good in taking the job I did over two years ago. It showed me that I can do hard things. Taking that job, and being thrown in to a sink or swim environment where I had to figure things out on my own, and make my own way was a real life lesson. I learned a lot while I was on the job there, about myself, about how I feel a business should be run, about the right way to do things, and not do things.
After the long talk with Robb, and a long look at myself and where I am in my life and that I can do hard things… much harder than I ever thought I could do. I am reminded that I have done hard things, and I can do hard things… I look myself in the eyes again.
Do you know what it is like to see a part of you die? When I was so big I felt like there was a part of me that was dead. As I lost weight I felt my life come back, it was if I was being reborn, awakening, it was amazing. Working my 55 hour weeks I watched the death creep back into my life. The rebound after reducing my hours to 15 for my last week there, was like night and day. It was like a rebirth. Now that I have been free of what I can only deem as the soul suck for almost a month it is as though a weight has been lifted.
It turns out that mirror I was looking into was a reflective coated window. A window I could open and walk through. A bad decision can be undone. Failure is not fatal, failure is not final. I was unhappy with where I had gone. The path I had gone down, took a left turn and led in a direction I didn’t like. It may have taken some time to stop the skid and get life heading in the right direction again but I did it.
So keep that in mind… no matter where life is leading you, you have the power to steer into the skid so to speak. Ultimately only you will get to decide if you end up in the dark woods, in the green grassy flower filled meadow, on the beach, or under a rock.