Remember the song The Way by Fastball? It is the story of parents who get up one morning and walk out on their children.
They made up their minds
And they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day
An exit to eternal summer slacking
But where were they going Without ever knowing the way?
That song has been resonating with me lately. I’m at a cross roads between doing what feels practical and productive and what feels foolhardy and lackadaisical.
HANG ON, dang nab bit! Put down the phone, I am single with no kids. There is no need to call child services. And yes, the dogs are coming with so stop dialling the humane society, will ya!
I am vacillating between starting my own communications firm, Shout! Communications Inc, a career at which I am very confident I will excel; and returning to northern Ontario to do a five month college degree in….what for it…pottery.
On the one hand, dropping everything to do a pottery degree sounds rather decadent, dreamy and dopey. On the other hand, I really want to!!! I know, I sound like a 13-year-old.
But you see, I’ve always done the right thing and have always been very practical. I got a degree in English writing and a graduate diploma in journalism, two very practical degrees. In the early days of my career, I worked six or seven days a week. (I did an early morning shift 4:30 a.m. in radio and on the weekends worked at the Weather Network. Just thinking back makes me tired.) One time, I left one job on a Friday and started a new job the following Monday. I’ve been a good little soldier earning my living, paying my taxes. Benjamin Franklin would be proud. However, having been laid off and the recipient of a very generous severance package, I have an opportunity, for the first time, to kick off my work boots and play for a while.
Slacker! Ops, sorry, the little voice in my head jumped out on to the written page.
A classic right brain, left brain dilemma
A popular theory in psychology is the right brain is best at creative tasks while the left brain is best at critical thinking and logic. The sides of my brain are locked in an ultimate cage fight (or should I say an ultimate cranial fight, ha, ha.)
One minute I am packing my bags and surfing the web looking for an apartment near the college; the next I’m admonishing myself for being self-indulgent.
Definition of SELF-INDULGENCE
I’ve also bored my friends to tears with my bleating. Some friends have said with incredulity : “A degree in pottery, what are you going to do with that?” Others have said, simply, succinctly, “Go for it!” Some have said both!
Yet, I dither. Truthfully, I feel a little let down. After all, hasn’t Oprah promised us all an AHA moment? I’ve been waiting for my AHA…but nothing, nada, zilch, zero. No sudden flash of enlightenment, no choir of angels pointing the way. Grumble.
However, today I’ve been thinking. Maybe scooping up the dogs, grabbing my tooth-brush, jumping in the car and heading north is a bit foolhardy. Perhaps, the idea of a degree in pottery is just my soul, spirit, right brain – whatever you want to call “it” – reminding me not to neglect the creative side of my life in favour of the productive side. Reminding me not to get so wound up, bound up in work, work, work that I don’t take time for things like pottery and stained glass and whatever other outlet I want to dabble in!
Maybe there is a compromise between work and play. Could I not launch a fabulously successful communications firm, while also taking the time to pursue my artistic side? After all, this blog is entitle Reinvent Me! Maybe the new me won’t be all about work and no play but the new me will be work hard, play hard.
I mulled my profound idea. (Ok, maybe profound is a bit strong…my reflective idea? Ok, my idea.) I came up with a solution. The new life I am creating doesn’t have to be all about putting my nose to the grind stone, it doesn’t have to be about working a 60 or 70 hour work week. I am reinventing myself. So, why not work a little less and play a little more?
I have reached a negotiated settlement between my right and left brain.
I have signed up for not one but two pottery classes close to home and during the day. I emphasize during the day because I have tended to relegate the creative parts of my life to my spare time and my spare time is usually after work when I am completely knackered and just want to curl up on the couch with the remote and a glass of wine.
My pottery classes are smack dab in the middle of the ‘work’ day. For a change, I’m according work and play equal merit. I believe this better balance will allow me to be an even better president of Shout! Communications because I will be more jazzed about life. That’s my theory anyway and we’ll have to wait and see.
Oh, apologizes to Oprah because I did have my AHA moment. A choir of angels pointing the way would have been a bit much.
QUESTION: Have you ever struggled with a decision and suddenly had your own AHA moment? Tell me about how you reached your decision and if it all worked out in the end.