My box from Enterprise came today. The little pieces of my years at work collected in one pretty heavy cube shaped box. Acquisitions, certifications, jobs thrown for, people managed, gifts received, business cards saved, nail polish once loved but probably not good anymore.
Fun little boxes with pictures of my daughters speckled along my favorites of all the notebooks: my dreams, my ideal jobs, my pitches, my love for people – customers – my hopes to be an adopted Taylor.
Somewhere in that box is a review or two from Kristi… beloved mentor, manager and friend.
I think one of the things that hurts is the outpouring of support and recognition I received for being “one of the brightest” and yet seeing the notes and business plans for two… three of those “bigger jobs” I threw for. Business Plans that stole time from my 4 year old, 6 year old then 8 year old, 10 year old to go for it, to demonstrate it: be a boss, get on that path to the VP gig. Bringing my family to work parties where there are rides, BBQs, fountains and sunshine.
For the ball games and hockey games with work people who are your people; adorned with family-esque loyalty and trust.
Needless to say: I did not get those jobs.
I evolved in my role, I out performed it, I grew tired… a little bored… then I got married and, with that, got a vision of a garden and family. The corporate ideas once had felt minor compared to the ideas for the house in the Pacific Northwest, the Webster studio, the music… the music… the music. Winning a Grammy more obtainable than a Director level job. “Let’s get this one life”, David and I thought.
Back to this morning. I continued through the box and came across my portfolio and feel this immense pride.
…in my Visio skills… in my practical way of laying things out… in my ability to communicate what matters.
As I manage this household and balance ideas of task orientation (dishes / laundry), personal progress and performance (teens / sports / school), communication and administration of feedback (all of our emotional / social growth) with this idea of compassionate rebounding (the spiritual unfolding), team work (blending family) and ongoing support and love (because hashtag you got one life. love your neighbor) I realize – should I ever return to the corporate world – my resume will be stocked with more than sufficient quality personnel leadership experience.
5 Human Beings.
Under jurisdiction in which I am a main influencer.
How much more satisfying will my thriving other worldly bubble be than a realized daydream of afternoon sunlight pouring into an executive office on Corporate Park drive? We will see.
With the right song and mindset I think maybe I could have it all, you know? But – right now I guess I just want the one next, best thing:
an established rhythm so I can work on my book(s).
Growth in the area of mental clarity and independence of voice is typically marked in what I feel when writing about my personal life in coordination with colleagues, vice presidents and corporate leader types who have access to my online writing.
So, having been retired from corporate life since November 20th, having had the marker of the new year mixed with my personal transition now passed – let’s see how it goes….
I meet with my editor on Friday. Her name is Delene. I have two writing projects that “battle” for my creative attention:
Children of the Lake – a young adult adventure story.
Words that Rhyme & Lullabyes – a grassroots piece of long lasting literature that should make any child or inner child, wonder – whimsy and sing*. (*Potentially :)
My brother is recording an album and David and I have both been supporting him in the recent week. Through both sharing of music and singing together as well as listening to tracks and offering that family type uplifting directional support.
Corporate ideas still do spring up, but I am learning to recognize them early and put them to bed. I do believe I have a strong ability to influence and I do believe I have literally fantastic ideas for Google and Apple and Enterprise and the US Government and and and BUT. I also have an opportunity to influence a younger generation with comedy, love, and creative arts. And my gut tells me that is what the world needs first.
Ok. That wasn’t so bad. :) And now to make something to eat for my developer husband who was just on one of those calls where they “take 5 while something is running before they come back and continue where they left off”. My life at Enterprise for sure prepared me for my wifehood.
Thanks for reading :)
Oh! Let me know if either of those writing projects call out to you more than the other! Would love to know about interest :)
Thumbs Up of you think “Words that Rhyme and Lullabies” before “Children of the Lake”
I packed a backpack yesterday. I love my winter bag, with its beads and detail but the reality of 7 round trips to schools not only put some snags in the bag’s future but the time in the car meant – well, that I needed some gear.
I started writing a devotion series this week. I invited two friends to invest some time (3 come February) in learning alongside me as I study the planets and apply ancient text to their meaning. I chose to start off with “Generous Jupiter” and already am having some fun finding insights into Jupiter’s placement in my natal chart, the way generosity jives and does not jive in my life, and related scripture.
In yoga, there is this term for self study and for study of ancient text, “Svādhyāya”. That’s basically what this is.
I started out this post with a whole hour to write when a girlfriend of mine called me up. She is one of my oldest adult friends (about 15 years running). She moved away a couple of years ago and our Tuesday nights (when I went to her house after yoga, hung with her and her husband and kids, helped clean up kitchen, processed life, had a good time) came to an end and – with that – we stopped talking as much. Naturally, I stopped what I was doing to hear her voice and laugh about whatever BS was going on.
We talked a little bit about looking like our moms and our grandmothers and how it was both terrifying and sweet at the same time.
I shared with her about a story I wrote yesterday about two flowers: one ancient and leathery and eternal, growing more flexible with time and the other young, perky and fierce, growing stronger each day.
The ancient flower grows more flexible with each storm or beating from the sun, learning to fold and tuck and curl. The younger flower grows stronger with each storm or beating; muscling the sun and water into stem and learning to use its roots.
In the story, there are two passersby and the ancient flower hears the one passerby say to the other, “look at that young flower, doesn’t it look like that ancient one?”
In hearing this, the ancient flower folds and bows is reverence; humbled and moved in the heart. See, the ancient flower adored the young one, marveled at its youth and just thought it was absolutely beautiful. To hear somebody think that the young flower looked like it, was one of the purest deepest compliments it had ever received.
I shared with my friend that it was a story I wrote in reflecting on my own awe of my daughter, Lucy. Sometimes I look at her and am amazed at her beauty and the brightness of her smile. I am blown away by it. When I hear people say, “she looks like you” I feel so deeply complimented and, in some ways – in most ways – I do not believe it.
I told my friend I wanted to capture this somehow in a story. The fascinating honor to have your beautiful children be called to look like you. Even for people like my sister, whose daughter is adopted, right? See? It’s something in the weathering… in the expression… its an element in and of itself.
“Wow, dude, that’s deep”, she chuckled.
I sent a call to voicemail while on with her so, naturally, checked for that after we hung up.
The missed call was from a Webster friend dropping off a wedding gift and “something I found in my basement that made me think of you”.
We chatted briefly on my front porch, next to the twenty some odd odds and ends that are being held there while life inside gets sorted out. The thing in her basement was a fountain, which the cats will love. I shared with about the Jupiter devotions and she gave me my favorite of her “that sure is something” looks. “Yeah man,” she said, “you know, you’re my most out there friend. Like you’re not like scientologist out there, but – for sure – you’re pretty out there.” I smiled.
If only people knew half of everything I have in my brain. David is at like 1/3 of knowing what’s going on in there… he calls me “special”.
So – here we are now – that whole hour is past but somehow I still got what I wanted into this post: the flower story I wrote yesterday and start a little thing about my backpack. More on that another time….
In closing, these two interactions with friends are very cooly connected with how I feel having heard from a co-worker from Enterprise yesterday. She reached out, left a voicemail and then texted again and I’m SO glad she did. I was busy (911 call on Monday night, shower wouldn’t turn off yesterday, the driving… the driving… ) and her reaching out a couple times kept her top of mind.
We exchanged today and it was really nice. She shared a picture of her cactus and work space. We texted easily and naturally, though never having connected via that medium before. It reminded me of a woman named Lisa from my work that wanted to stay in touch… “need more strong women in my life” she said.
In writing this all now, it is reminding me of my last week at work. As folks said goodbye and asked to stay in touch “about yoga”… “about God”… “I like this spiritual Erin I did not know you were”… “let’s write”…. “let’s hike”…. “would love to talk about kids”…. “curious your recipes, can’t wait to share mine”… I remember feeling like OH YEAH I TALK ABOUT OTHER THINGS WITH THESE PEOPLE.
I remember feeling like FOR SURE these people I enjoy at work are people I would enjoy outside of work.
The richness of friendship is where I love to give my energy: in relationships, in conversation, in experience.
So, that’s a neat “first real week after retiring and the holidays” gusto. I don’t know if my old co-worker who texted me about gardening, betta fish and cacti realized that she did the Lord’s work in reaching out. But she did. She helped connect the dots.
And now, on to my Adobe Procreate online tutorial on animation. Fingers crossed that my flower / plant story is a little Apple Tree Magic video soon…. Man, I want to know how to animate SO BAD.
More on that and my backpack again soon….
The end. Enjoy one of my favorite pictures of Lucy. Flying back from LA after her 10 y/o “mom and me” birthday trip.