25th Jun 2012 |
Finding Your Self Again.
One of the things people ask me is whether my own career change has worked. The answer is, it depends on what you mean by ‘worked’.
If that means some measure of subjective, moment to moment happiness then no. I have too much fear, anxiety, doubt for that. Especially anxiety. Contentment – also no, but somehow not relevant. If it means success, well again not really. And I hate to think of the lost earnings…
Meaning would be far closer, but like anyone, I still have good days and bad days (though admittedly more tools to deal with the bad).
This year though has seen a breakthrough in terms of the quality of work I’m doing, and I have never felt more alive, or more in touch with what matters to me as a person.
This beautiful poem, by Derek Walcott captures this well. If you are reading this blog in a job you hate or if you too are in career paralysis, then read it. There is hope.
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.