It's amazing how life can change on a dime.
Or how you can know in your gut you are not meant to permanently be somewhere, even though you are doing all you can to make it work because it's just too convenient.
Six days after I posted this, I experienced a profound spiritual and emotional shift and nothing has been the same since.
At the moment I posted this, I was being sincere. I really was looking forward to going back.
And almost one month later, it was over.
Even though I felt it coming, it was still a bit of a shock.
I prefer to see the writing on the wall and give notice. I haven't walked off a job in over 15 years.
I THOUGHT THOSE DAYS WERE OVER
I had a conversation with my big boss a few months in.
I thought it was a talk where we both came to understand each other, as at that point I was beyond overwhelmed and my health was already suffering.
I found myself here due to an agreement to temporarily take on more than I could truly manage, while they were supposedly trying to find someone else.
"I'll make it easy for you. You took the management classes. I am text book Gen-X. If it comes down to my health, or my job, I will walk, without notice, even if I don't have another job lined up."
Yes, it's that "lack of company loyalty" (because I have learned first hand, more than once, that the company could really care less about me), valuing freedom over "perceived" security and, of course, the fundamental, driving knowledge that I need to be my own boss; It's all of these things and more, which lead me to make the majority of the "crazy" choices I make.
AND THEN, THERE'S THIS...
Written in the typical Gen-X tone of aggressive cynicism, yet so funny you could almost pee yourself - I think, if you don't get the empowered humor of this article, then you are probably not the right age ;-)
Oh, and given how great the author looks in the above photo, I have to mention a Gen-X trait that's now something most of us relish...
We have never looked our age.
When we were in our 20s, we looked like teenagers.
Chronically frustrated by repeated requests to produce our I.D.s for all those cigarettes we shouldn't have been smoking and all the alcohol we were finally able to legally purchase.
Most people think they hear me wrong when I tell them my age.
When I was 33, "No, you said you were 23, right?"
I just turned 47 and a month or so before my birthday, I had a coworker tell me, "I thought your were 35."
And I don't cover my grey.
I'm not bragging - "I'm just sayin'" ;-)
OH THOSE SENSIBILITIES
Another thing we seem to value as a whole, is work/family balance.
Let me tell you a little story:
Last year, another 40 something rocker left us, just like Gen-X rockers have been leaving for over 20 years now (this excludes the incredible, irreplaceable Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys.)
Scott Weiland, fronted the Stone Temple Pilots. A band I never liked and never got into, except for that Flies in the Vaseline, tune. Short, sweet and not too shabby.
So, I visit my brother of another mother. (You might want to read #2 on this post from my Marla days for a little more clarity ;-)
We're eating and catching up, then, out of nowhere he asks "Did I tell you about STP?"
I had no idea why he was bringing up a band we both are not fond of, and responded, "No."
Turns out my friend's name came up as a possible replacement for Scott Weiland.
Of course, the 20 somethings in us were geeked about the idea, even if the band is not a favorite.
Then, the 47 year old me immediately thought about all the touring, "There's no way he could be away from [his son] that long," I thought.
And so went the story of how he was preparing to audition, and how he then started thinking about all the livelihoods involved with a tour.
He knew his choices would affect countless others and their families.
He knew in his gut he would make it maybe six months, if he was lucky, before he'd lose it.
There was no way he could be away from his son that long.
Knowing it would be a waste of everyone's time, he graciously declined the audition.
His son was more important.
And that, my friends is one hell of a Full Circle Moment for not only my friend, but for a little band called Stone Temple Pilots.
THAT'S A WRAP!
That's all I have for now.
I'd love to know -
What traits make you uniquely someone of your generation?
The traits that make other generations scratch their heads?
Leave a comment below, or drop me a line.