I always shunned a career-oriented label, never realizing that I had subconsciously assumed mine wholeheartedly. When the moments came this fall where I had to describe myself, like at company Christmas parties or other events with strangers, I struggled. At one event, someone asked me point blank, "so do you work?" I stuttered over my words and did a little tap dance about taking a leave of absence and doing some volunteer work. It left me rattled even if I didn't really care about the inquirer's opinion of me. These instances served as a not-so-subtle reminder to me that a job and the corresponding title can sometimes define us, even if it's not intentional.
|Only my last real day at work...getting into my car to go to|
happy hour after dropping off my laptop, badges, and
other company stuff. Giddy!
After spending several weeks of job searching, meeting with head hunters, talking to recruiters, and the like, I decided I didn't want to do "it" anymore, with "it" being the corporate game. Even as I looked at nonprofit jobs or smaller companies, I couldn't get excited. I spent hours poring over certifications and brain-dumped my thoughts on pages and pages of yellow legal paper. Eventually I arrived at the somewhat obvious-a career in fitness. It suits my interest, no passion, in fitness and capitalizes on my aptitude for mentorship and coaching. With that, I recently signed up to take the NASM personal training certification. My materials arrived late last week and I am elbow-deep in anatomy and kinesiology. I am loving it and this new chapter. It feels exciting and new and authentic.
|Feeling very excited when this giant box arrived on my doorstep|
I would love your thoughts, input, and reactions to the idea of careers as primary labels for ourselves. And calling all personal trainers, I would love to pick your brain about careers and whatnot. Could I email you?
Read more about my journey to reinvention:
* Where in the world is Christine the blogger?
* Funemployment in a nutshell