These Choices

Today’s Daily Post prompt asks us to consider what we would do if we knew we couldn’t fail. It’s an appropriate question for this day, and is closely aligned with something my therapist asked me a couple of days ago and that I’ve been mulling over ever since. After listening to several days of stress-filled rants regarding my career (aspirations vs. actuality), the therapist remarked that I didn’t sound like I liked what I did very much. Would I consider changing careers?

I have this little nagging suspicion that after I return from Spain in November, I might be forced into this choice. Of course, I can hope that both of my jobs decide not to can me for leaving them high and dry for 45 days, but let’s face it – America does not believe in taking a break. Vacation days are for wusses. If we’re lucky, we get two weeks of paid vacation, but even then, we’re subtly (and sometimes not-so-subtly) made to feel guilty for desiring to use all of them. And that’s why people like me are slowly losing their minds. We need a break, and what’s more, we need a long one.

Working in America vs. Working in Other Countries. Click the image to read more.
Working in America vs. Working in Other Countries. Click the image to read more.

So I made this decision to love myself enough to give myself the break I so desire and deserve, even if it means that my employers can’t get along without me. I’d rather have to find new jobs than continue to put off this pilgrimage for another year. When I’m old and gray and too old to travel outside of my retirement home, I don’t want to have any regrets about missed opportunities to explore the world. I’ve told my New Orleans job that I plan to leave, and to be quite fair, my officemates are really supportive of my choice, even if they’re apprehensive at where this will leave them when I’m gone. I haven’t told the Chicago job yet, because I think it will lodge in my boss’s mind like a piece of grit in an oyster, slowly turning and growing into a giant pearl of contention. It’s not worth it right now to upset her. Maybe in a few months.

The other part of the equation is this sneaking suspicion that nothing I do really matters. I look around me, at my job, at my friends’, and it seems that we waste our lives sitting in cubicles, performing mundane tasks that ultimately don’t matter. I really enjoy marketing, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not helping the world in any way. And it’s no question that the continued exposure to technology is destroying my brain. I’m frequently too sad to leave the house, and have the attention span of an ADHD goldfish. My memory is measurably worse. It’s no real stretch to imagine dementia setting in sooner rather than later, and that’s terrifying to me.

Is this who I want to be? From a physical and spiritual standpoint, how can I afford to continue this trajectory? But from a financial standpoint, how can I not? It’s a conundrum. I wish that I could tell my 18-year-old self not to lose that full scholarship, or my 23-year-old self not to go to school for historic preservation. But killing those butterflies would destroy this world as I know it, and I’ll take the crushing student loan debt in exchange for the handsome writer who makes me coffee and laughs at my stupid jokes, thanks. I still have hope that some small changes will help me keep my sanity and figure out how to live a fulfilling life within the boundaries I’ve created for myself.

Still, what would I do if I knew I couldn’t lose? If I knew I could keep him AND achieve success in a fulfilling career? I don’t even know how to turn the hopeful part of my brain back on to contemplate that question at full capacity. Maybe when my feet meet the Camino, those gears will start to turn. Maybe I’ll be able to figure it out. I guess I’d cast my net wide. I’d look to new cities for opportunities. I’d look to new countries, even. I’d try to get into the film industry. I’d take this idea of writing a book and make it central to the way I live my life. I’d fold so many origami flowers that my apartment would be the envy of gardeners everywhere. I’d find a museum that wanted a ragtag history like mine, and would take a chance on me as a curator. I’d sing, sing, sing every day.

Sometimes I hate being both a dreamer and a realist. I hate how I crush my own spirit so much more efficiently than anyone else could. These choices seem so simple when I see them in writing. Why are they monumental in my imagination? Please, Santiago, help me walk back to my life, the real one, the one without fear.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. treatwilliams says:

    Hi great post again. I only want to comment on one thing though because of attention span issues. Do you think this fear of demetia might be some kind of mass phobia that’s come on? Because it’s something that has started worrying me more and more and I was hearing on the radio that over here there is a serious problem of doctors’ time being wasted with people coming in about dementia when it isn’t the case.

    1. Anna says:

      Great question. I have no clue, honestly. I do know that a lot of people worry about Alzheimer’s, and I hardly ever hear people seriously worrying about memory loss/personality loss from other causes. I know I was reading an article not too long ago about a medical condition that can cause Alzheimer’s-like symptoms, and is almost always overlooked, but if found is easily fixed (like a couple of doses of medication and the person is right-as-rain). That was terrifying to me, since you could spend the rest of your life in an institution if your family didn’t have the resources to keep your doctors checking for other options. But I don’t know. I do know that my mother has been talking about going old and senile since I can remember (and has also undergone personality/memory changes that frighten me), so I’d like to do everything possible to NOT have that happen to me if possible.

      1. treatwilliams says:

        The senility/alzheimers distinction is what confuses me. Can you train for cognitive ability like you’d train your body? Google it and fuck off I hear you cry.

      2. Anna says:

        LOL! Actually, though, there have been studies that show brain training is possible and beneficial. They do it at old folks’ homes here. I use a site called Lumosity every day to help work on my memory and mental flexibility. It’s been helping, though I can’t tell you if it’s going to keep me from losing my mind in the end.

      3. treatwilliams says:

        I know alzheimers is a disease. But with senility- can it be hastened/is it avoidable?

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