For the past
two years I have had the honor and privilege of working from home at the
perfect job.
I mean it had
its peaks and valleys but I was coming off of a five-year stint that was
nothing short of chaos, high-level dysfunction, and a break-neck pace.
So a little
exhaling was not only welcome but absolutely necessary.
However, my Shangri-La
gig recently came to an end and I once again find myself back in the proverbial
Rat Race.
There’s an hour-long
commute compared to the 10 paces / seconds it used to take to walk from the
bathroom to the kitchen to my computer station.
And can you
believe people actually expect you to be awake and coherent, all made up, and
wearing a decent outfit by 6:30a or so when I used to simply change loungewear
and wash my face somewhere between the bathroom, kitchen, and computer station?
But I am not
complaining.
Not only did I
not miss a beat financially (thank You, God!), but I was getting a little
lonely and bored.
No person
worth their salt wants to laze around not fulfilling their potential forever.
But I must
also say this: that work-from-home gig was also right on time because I was in
the midst of navigating my darling offspring through the trenches of advanced
adolescence and high school, which is way more hands-on than any other time
I’ve experienced along the parenthood continuum thus far.
The teen years
feel like this precipice where all the previous years invested could conceivably
go out the window with just one or two bad turns.
So Teenage
Princess Baby Growing-up Girl needed every ounce of my time and attention and
hovering without hovering.
But now that
things have leveled off a bit (again – thank You, God!), the Rat Race gig is
right on time.
Every day I
dash off before sunrise, kiss my about-to-go-to-college baby on the cheek, and
head out to face the world…..
And wonder for
what?
What’s ailing
me NOW?
And it began
to dawn on me.
I think I’m
having a Crisis.
Mid-Life? Identity?
Who knows?
But as I
contemplate my daughter leaving the nest possibly next year, I wonder, yet
again, what is it really all about?
Let’s do a
quick double-decade recap:
My life plan
was to have a happy, healthy loving marriage and home.
Didn’t happen.
I had a baby,
got a divorce, and really beat myself up for not giving her the above happy,
healthy, loving family and home and now she’s leaving.
I’ve run out
of time.
I have a great
job with a little financial cushion but the Rat Race is already gnawing at me.
I’m getting kinda
tired and I want my cushy work from home life back even though I was restless with
that.
I mean what is
my effin’ problem?!
I suppose I’m
looking for meaning, value, significance.
Relationships
and careers and roles come and go so it’s not “out there.”
I know it’s “in
here” but I don’t exactly know how to find it, pinpoint it, narrow it down, and
– most importantly - make it stick.
I’ve begun a
40-day journey with author Michael Bernard Beckwith called, 40 Day Mind Fast, Soul Feast.
Thanks to him,
in just a few short readings I’ve been reminded that I am not separated from
God, the Source of life and all there is.
And so what
does that mean?
I suppose for
me it means remembering - with a measure of certainty, I might add – that the
fact that I am in no way different or apart from God who gives me all things is
critical to the peace of mind I think we’re all after.
Because, as
Rev. Beckwith notes, believing that I am separate from God leads me to seek for
satisfaction in sources powerless to give it.
That makes
perfect sense to me.
I’m supposed
to “know” that in and of myself, through the God in which I live, move, and
have my being, that I Am enough.
And that
looking outside of myself to satisfy my deepest longings, desires, and queries
is futile.
So I’m going
to refocus on tapping into what’s “in here” because, once again, I seem to have
forgotten.
But thanks to
this alleged Crisis, now I remember.
And that reminds
me to be grateful for any and everything that comes my way – Crises and
calamities included – ‘cause they all conspire to point me inward.
Maybe that,
after all, is what it’s all about.