There was a time when I was happy. I would brag that things were “All About Me”. My friends kindly gifted me with plaques and key chains that proved it to be true!
I had a job that I was okay with – teaching at the local Elementary School. Summers off, weekends off, afternoons off. Available at any time for my kids who attended the same school. 1.5 minute commute. In fact most mornings I made it my goal to get to work before my seat belt warning sign started dinging. Some days I dreaded, like subbing for the 8th grade class, but it was OK.
I was happy.
I was bowling twice a week, averaging 190- 200. I competed in many tournaments, never winning, but making a good showing. I chose tournaments that would make me step up my game – women’s scratch tournaments and men’s handicap tournaments. I’d finally bowled a 300 game and had many 700 series to my name. There was always something to look forward to and be excited about.
I was happy.
During the summer I would run in quite a few 5ks that were offered in the area. Once again, I loved the competition and would work to build my speed so that I could win. A few of the races I was the first girl to cross the line, otherwise I usually finished first in my age group. I loved these meets. It was exhilarating and thrilling to be among a bunch of runners. And runners are a good group. They’re competitive, but encouraging as well! Many times I’d pass someone up to hear “Way to go! Keep it up!”
I was happy.
When things turned sour at the school, I took that as a sign that I should go in a different direction. I chose the hotel business because I loved helping people and thought it would be great fun! And it was! Every day I texted my hubby from work gushing about how much I LOVED it! If I had a day off, I couldn’t wait to go back! I still bowled and ran whenever possible, but my passion was slowly turning towards my job.
I was happy!
Like most jobs, however, the more I worked and learned about the business, the more I noticed that it was far from perfect. I still enjoyed what I did, but that particular hotel seemed to be heading south, and I wanted out before that happened. As you’ve heard before, I left that hotel and went to work for a company who does things right by their guests. I took a cut in pay, lost my vacation hours, and gave up my supervisor status, but it was worth it to work in a place where everyone wanted what’s best for the guests.
I was happy.
It didn’t take long before the busy-ness of this hotel, the long drive and the unkept promises began to take a toll. I no longer looked forward to my bowling nights. If I was off, I wanted to be home. My average dropped drastically due to being tired, not practicing, and not caring. For the first time in 33 years, I’ve uttered the words “I will not be bowling this fall”. I cut back on running and no longer entered any 5ks. I felt like taking off work was a sign that I wasn’t dedicated, so I missed out on a lot of things that used to provide incredible excitement.
I was becoming unhappy.
The unhappiness began to snowball as time went on. It lifted a little when I went to Colorado. I was active again. Running, hiking, climbing… I had the thrilling anticipation of meeting up with Abby. For a few days, I felt alive again.
Reality set back in way too soon.
But that trip has opened my eyes. How silly of me to let work take over my passions. Especially since what I do for them isn’t paying off the way I had hoped.
I have decided that I deserve to be happy, and I should be requesting days off to do things I want to do! If I don’t stand up for myself, who will?
So it’s settled! I have taken another 5 days off of work in September and I am going on a ME vacation! I will do things I want to do, when I want to do them, and where I want to do them!
And with this to look forward to, I am once again