I found this imminently pleasing: quit a lot of things in order to find your passion.
Life is about living, and I’ve spent too much of this last month paralyzed by my fear of making mistakes. Sometimes, like blogger Penelope Trunk, of Brazen Careerist states, you just have to do something, anything. Because essentially, if you freeze, nothing gets done.
Sometimes, like a tarot card reading for my husband recently said, “When you are ready, the master will appear.”
You have to wait until inspiration comes, but you have to do something, anything, in between.
If you’re paralyzed by which social group to get involved in, which job to look for, which charity to volunteer for, pick something. It’s a starting point. You can back out and try again if it fails.
Read blogs. Reach out to other people. Find mentors, and write to them. Don’t expect a response, the people who you want to mentor you are probably busy, but be grateful when you do get one. The person you admire who has time to respond to your inquiry is doing themselves a favor as well by answering. Any mentor knows that they need to teach in order to learn, as well as anybody else.
Who can you help? Look around you. You may think you isolated, on some type of barren straight, but you probably have some family, a sprinkling of friends, some old coworkers and high school or college buddies you still keep in touch with. Lean on these people for support, or help them out to get yourself out of your rut. Schedule coffee dates to meet up with them.
Don’t focus on things you’ve lost. There’s a time to reflect, a time to mourn, but there’s also a time to move on. Some say a week, some say a month. Sometimes it takes much, much longer: It’s really up to you.
What makes you happy? Build your life based on the interests and engagements you choose.
Read the Desiderata.
Read Sermon on the Mount. The Bible. The Koran. Buddhist or Tao literature. Whatever gives you spiritual strength. When you’re searching for the right way, you can’t rely completely on yourself. Man is not an island. Neither is she/he an igloo. Although sometimes we are all full of penguins.
Loafing tends to lead to more loafing. Get out and do something you want to do. Never mind whether it’s going to “lead somewhere” or is “the right step”. You never know what can happen in your day. Just get out of the house.
Sometimes that’s the most you can do.
Be creative. Make a list of things you can do outside of the house. Hike. Read a book in a coffee shop. Visit the library. Visit an old friend or family. Bake for a homeless person. Visit a town you’re unfamiliar with. Go to a bookstore, while they still exist, and plop yourself down in front of the magazine/literary section. Poke through stories and comics for a while.
What did you used to do in your free time as a kid, before all the “job” responsibilities and stresses got to you? Garden? Sweep leaves for a couple bucks? Clean out the fridge? Collect 30 books from the library and scour them in a week? Indulge in a new genre?
There are plenty of things to do when you’re not employed, and plenty of things besides sitting at the desk day after day, baggy-eyed and depressed, shooting off resumes and cover letters to jobs hundreds of other people are stabbing at the same time, jobs someone probably gave to their nephew before they even got around to posting it on craigslist.
Networking doesn’t have to be a chore. Friends of friends, friends of family, who knows what you have in your own six degrees of separation. Besides, what you do for a living is not necessarily what makes you happy. Who you are, and your attitude, make you happy. And if you’re happy, and see the world as full of opportunity, despite those angry or depressed moments you do inevitably have to live through, you’re more likely to end up somewhere you want to be in the future.
So much of where we are is a place we put ourselves through our own inhibition and lack of faith. We get stuck, we rely too much on what other people think, we get stuck in a routine and cater to boredom and lack of desire.
Sometimes it takes just a little seed of hope, some tiny iota of time spent on something you enjoy but fear you’ll never succeed at, to grow it into something you couldn’t imagine spending your time without.
Now that I’ve written out this advice to myself, I think I’ll swallow it like a good soldier.