And the guest blogging series returns! Today my friend Kat will write about defining moments in her life. Kat and I went to college together. We both preformed in the Vagina Monologues and took a few of the same classes. I’ve always respected her opinion, so even though she doesn’t have a blog and isn’t in my graduate school, I figured…. Why not ask her? She has a lot to share, and I think there will be quite a few people out there who will relate to her. Enjoy!
An interesting thing happened when Erin invited me to guest blog about a defining moment in my life.Â I was eager to write something and flattered that sheâ€™d thought of me, but when I saw what the topic was, I felt completely paralyzed.Â You could almost say I panicked.Â
Let me give you a little background first.Â I grew up in poverty. My parents were immigrants to this country with limited education and work experience who worked in factories for most of my childhood.Â I was a pretty precocious, though extremely quiet kid who always seemed to do well in school with limited parental engagement in my studies.Â My mom worked third shift at a factory, so she wasnâ€™t the kind of mom that chaperoned field trips or volunteered to run girl scouts (not that I was a girl scout, but you get the picture).Â I donâ€™t fault her for that â€“ it was tough to raise kids when you had to work as much as possible in a physically challenging environment just so youâ€™d make enough money to have only some confidence that thereâ€™d be food on the table every night. My parents worked hard and instilled in me that same strong work ethic.Â What also got instilled in me along the way, though, was a sense of fatalism â€“ that things just happen to you (and theyâ€™re usually bad), that you have to just work with the hand youâ€™re dealt, and that youâ€™d better get smart and get a job or youâ€™ll be poor and working in a factory for the rest of your life. Life sucks and then you die.
I didnâ€™t have the best relationship with my dad. Okay, I had a horrible relationship with my dad.Â Thatâ€™s a whole other topic though, so weâ€™ll just leave it at that.Â So when it was time to think about what I wanted to be when I grew up, it was pretty clear.Â I think I subconsciously decided that I wasnâ€™t going to waste my time dreaming about being president or a neuro-surgeon. That sort of stuff doesnâ€™t happen to kids like me (and nowhere had I been taught that I can MAKE it happen).Â But I did have a pretty clear goal before me.Â Wherever or whatever I ended up, I was not going to be like my parents.Â I was not going to live paycheck to paycheck, I was not going to do back-breaking work, I was not going to be absent from my future childrenâ€™s successes.Â I knew I needed to go to college in order to get a good job and get the hell out of Dodge.Â
So I did.Â I got a full scholarship, finished college suma cum laude, got a job in my profession.Â I met a great guy, had a kid, got a masters degree, got laid off from work, got a new job, bought a house, sold a house, had another kid.Â I did it all. I grew up. But I never really felt satisfied â€“ something was always lacking.Â And I was always looking over my shoulder, the demons of my past creeping slowly behind me.Â I had to be on my A game so I wouldnâ€™t end up like them.Â Keep going Kat. Stay out of Dodge.Â Donâ€™t go back.Â Donâ€™t fuck up.
Then one day I signed up for a leadership seminar my CEO offered to staff.Â The first assignment was to write the Times News article about ourselves 5 years from now. This was basically a fantasy exercise â€“ time to dream, be crazy, and write about where we could see ourselves (or wished to see ourselves) 5 years down the road.Â What did we want to be when we grew up?
I couldnâ€™t do it. I thought and though about it for weeks, stared at blank pages waiting for inspiration to hit me. The day of the next class came and we were asked to share what weâ€™d come up with.Â Everyone around me was excited about what theyâ€™d written. Some sat down knowing exactly what they had in mind. Others were surprised about what they discovered about themselves along the way. I had nothing.Â I had lots of excuses (Iâ€™m too busy to think about this, maybe Iâ€™m a little depressed so itâ€™s hard to get really excited about something) but no dream.
I had completely forgotten about that assignment until Erin emailed me.Â A defining moment in my life? I saw this as an opportunity to write about a moment that made me â€œME.â€Â But who am I? What is it, exactly that Iâ€™m working towards? Where am I going and how did I realize thatâ€™s where I needed to progress to? A couple of days later an email went out at work that a coworker of mine was leaving the organization. She and her husband were focused on starting a family and she wanted to give more attention to her passion for writing.Â So I thought about it.Â Essentially, she was quitting her job to go be what she really really wanted to be.Â What if someone came to me and said, â€œKat, feel free to quit your job right now and go do what youâ€™re passionate about â€“ go make that Times News article come true!â€Â What would I do? Where would I go? What am I passionate about? Is there a career goal to which I would strive? A hobby I would pour myself into?
You guessed it. I. Got. Nothing.Â So I started talking to people about it.Â What the hell? Who doesnâ€™t have a dream? Who doesnâ€™t know what they want? Who doesnâ€™t have goals?Â Hereâ€™s what I found out about myself. Hereâ€™s my defining moment (or moments, really).Â Maybe I had spent so much time knowing what I didnâ€™t want, that I never had the time, energy, or emotional capacity to figure out what I DID want.Â I spent so much time and energy getting out of Dodge that I never really thought about which new town I wanted to end up in.Â I was too busy looking back over my shoulder that I never thought to chart the path before me.Â Not that. Not them.Â That was my goal.
So now that Iâ€™ve recognized this, I have the somewhat daunting task before me of learning to dream, finding my passions, and paving the road before me instead of running from the past all the time.Â Believe it or not, that feels really hard to do.Â I donâ€™t even know where to start.Â One suggestion I got was to think about what I loved when I was 10, as thatâ€™s around the age youâ€™re at your truest self.Â Other advice was to stop worrying about 5 years from now so much and just enjoy the right now.Â Either way, I think some lying in the grass and looking for shapes in the clouds is in order. Who knows, maybe Iâ€™ll start blogging, since this was such a defining process in my life.
Kat’s colleague here – the one who’s leaving her job to focus on writing and starting a family.
Kat – I here ya about the not knowing and feeling confused! Believe me when I say that until recently I didn’t even know I had a passion even though I have always, always spent lots of time writing. Thing is that I never ever thought of myself as a writer. Never had any confidence in my writing abilities. It wasn’t until a blog experience earlier this year that it actually hit me that this is my passion and that I should try to pursue it – and I’m in my 40s! You’ve got time to figure it out.
Best wishes as you look for those shapes in the clouds…
Thanks for leaving a comment Jennifer! Good luck with writing and your family 🙂
I hope you come back and read more. If you’d ever like to do a guest post on defining moments let me know. I think it would be real interesting to showcase your post on “reinventing” with Kat’s.
Thanks for stopping by!
This is why I will forever be a facebook girl… I was like, why can’t I “like” either of these comments!?
Ok so it’s super early in the AM, I can’t sleep and so I’m mindlessly surfing FB when I came across Kat’s blog.
There’s no other way to describe how I feel after reading it than feeling like I was reading about myself. Hey, we even
have the same name, right? 🙂 You’ve given me some insight into myself, thanks for that!!!
Hi Kat! Sorry I am so late getting back to you! I’m glad that you liked the blog post… Where has the journey taken you in the last 6 months? I got a new job and am awaiting baby #3. Those two things have helped me establish some goals, but I’ve realized that I don’t really need big, life affirming GOALS to be successful… I have a goal to learn a particular skill in my job. A goal to blog more. A goal to organize the clutter in my life. A goal to connect with friends more. That’s where I’m going. That’s my path. That may change over time but that’s what keeps it fun!
Kat, I think that this is so smart, realistic and encouraging. People go nuts trying to set insane goals to make their life seem worthwhile… but think about when you’re the happiest… isn’t it just usually when you’re with the people you love and the apply moments are the little moments? It could be just me, but I think little goals are great. Like I want to get more organized, but I’m trying to do it in small steps, because thats all I can do right now. I’m not going to make myself nuts and do everything at once. Baby steps…. (by the way, baby #3?)
Baby #3! Due in September 🙂 And I totally see that now… why create so many BIG GOALS when I could actually feel a sense of accomplishment with small goals and feel good about myself? Besides, if I had set BIG GOALS 5 years ago, they would have been totally non applicable now. So I’ll set a goal to organize my winter boots before the winter is over. (I’m half way there!) To figure out how to fit 3 car seats in a mazda3 by September. To get more comfortable with grant budgets by the end of my first year at this job. That makes sense to me, not to reinvent myself.
Kat, would you be interested in doing a follow up blog? I think your journey even over the past 6 months has been so interesting with what you’ve learned about reinventing yourself….. and when are you due? I’m a sept baby!
Kat – I am so on the same path as you. I have never known what my passions are, never known what I wanted for my future, never even really known what interests me. I look at people who are so excited by their lives and am disgustingly envious because I want to have that feeling too. But I fear I will never know. Like you, I never had goals or dreams or plans. Inside I feel so apathetic, and I know that isn’t right. People aren’t supposed to feel that way….
What keeps me going tho: It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey (total cliche, i know, but true) and every day is a new chance to start again – just go one step at a time.
All the best in your soul searching!
Thanks so much for not only stopping by, but for also posting this comment. i think its really important to notice that there are people all around experiencing the same feelings and we aren’t so alone on this big planet.
Thanks K-Tee! I’m definetly enjoying the ride 🙂 I’ll see where I get to when I get there!