I want to quit my job and work for myself. If you do, you can! With enthusiasm, sacrifice, work, and maintaining self-control, you can be the writer of your own story.
Let me share a little bit of my story with you.
I am partially deaf. I have a left ear the doctors describe as 'dead' and have always had to have sounds rather loud to understand enunciation of words. When I was 13 years old, I was kicked out of my house in the night due to my step-father indicating the radio was too loud. He was a light sleeper and went to bed early. I was afraid and didn't know where to go, so I walked to town to the city jail. I was allowed to stay there in an open-door cell and was fed until I was taken by a foster family on Christmas Eve. At 14, I ran away, lied about my age (you could do that back then) and have been on my own ever since. With broken wings, I began my journey.
More than 40 years later, I have a good life. I am happily married, have two kids and four grandchildren. I live in the country and have income that pays the bills. I have a good, peaceful life but am not happy with my job.
Then, I get laid off after 15 years.
I asked for it. Truly! I was walking into our building, dreading going to work, as was the case most days. I said a little prayer and asked God to help me find a purpose that fulfills me and makes a difference as well as make a decent living. Let's face it, we all have to make a living, but do we have to
I want to quit my job and work for myself. And I do!
As I write this, I think back to my beginning journey when I was 14 and on my own. My world was broken, and I had to figure out how to mend and lift my wings to fly to not stay down and broken. Although I felt broken when I lost my job, as an adult, I realized it was an opportunity. I now feel that I have been given wings not just to fly but soar. However, that is how the world appears and feels now, down and broken. There seems so much broken around me, on the news, on the web, in the headlines, on the streets: homelessness, drugs, alcohol, anger, and even death. Medicine to cope with life's anxieties and depression and drugs, alcohol, food or some other vice to fit in, feel or not feel, or suffocate the insecurities, pain, or hopelessness.
We can and must lift our wings.
There is a better way. We need to get back our courage, self-respect, and dignity. We all have something to contribute. Each of us owns some unique and extraordinary gift within us that we obtained through our life's experiences that we can use to contribute toward giving value, hope, and encouragement to the broken among us however that break may have happened.
We need to embrace our individuality and celebrate the value that new ideas bring to the world. We can change things.
Who or what is broken in your life? What is your story? Let's begin the conversation.