It’s 9:45 a.m. on a Sunday and I’ve just flipped on the gas fireplace and plugged in the Christmas lights in preparation for jotting down some big, revealing thoughts I’ve had over the last week. Regardless of the jotting down, I have the need to set this stage every morning between Thanksgiving and Christmas because this is a big time of year – a time to decorate, reflect and be merry?
The last two weeks have been a crazy up-and-down roller coaster of emotion, and it’s not lost on me that around this very same time last year, I went into a tailspin of anxiety surrounding our inability to have children. So, it struck me as ironic that on this anniversary of my journey into learning a helluva lot more about myself, I would be faced with a big life decision. This time, I thought, I’d close this chapter on my life and mark the anniversary with a symbolic next step toward doing what I love by accepting what seemed to be a dream job. I’ve even wondered if there is some mystic force surrounding me that brought this moment full circle? Or, is it just circumstance.
After interviewing for two months with a non-profit organization whose mission is to guide visually impaired and blind skiers down the runs of the largest ski resort in the U.S., I was presented with the opportunity to manage the day-to-day operations of the organization with the intent to eventually take over its strategic expansion. For twelve years, I’ve volunteered for organizations that are designed to help people with disabilities or health challenges get outside. Being outside in nature is its own very beneficial therapy to what ails us. Hiking, biking, swimming – you name it – is what gives meaning to my life – and I know when I work with disabled or sick individuals, they are brought out of their challenges to enjoy something they never thought possible. So, when I was offered the position the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I was thrilled. Not completely over the moon, but thrilled.
Why not completely over the moon, you wonder? The job had a hitch. Because it’s located two hours from our house during the ski season, I would need to figure out housing for any given number of days during the week. Some board members told me it would be sporadic, while others made it seem like it may be up to four days at-a-time. All of this didn’t seem insurmountable – because dream job. Although I didn’t relish the idea of being away from Mike for days-at-a-time, I thought, heck – maybe he could join me occasionally, and damn it, I’d get to do what I love and have a much different type of job helping people that got me outside more. It seemed mostly ideal. So, back and forth, back and forth I went with the board members on finalizing the offer (health insurance, ski pass, parking pass, what would my schedule look like, etc.) while also making it clear that my housing would be temporary, and that Mike and I were not planning to move at this point. After a fantastic conversation with the founder, who offered to support whatever the need may be for housing, Mike and I went and celebrated over dinner and wine and it seemed like finally, things in my life were going to go the way I had hoped. Mike was very supportive of me taking the job, even though it meant less money and put more pressure on him to find his nitch again in the IT world. It also felt great to envision moving ahead into the type of work I feel I was made to do.
But…but. The next day, the board said something that concerned both Mike and me – “figuring out housing this season can’t preclude a move.” You know when you get that rock gut feeling in your stomach that acts like a flashing signal warning you that this thing that you want so badly, may not be all it’s chalked up to be? A couple of things to know about me – I am a big dreamer and can see possibilities and solutions all around, but I am also a fair-minded pragmatist and I just knew from that one statement, I couldn’t honestly take the position. Some would have just gone for it and then figured out the rest later or ditched the organization when it came time to move. My body was telling me that I just couldn’t do that to them. Whether I am right or wrong about this in the eyes of most people, or in the eyes of whatever mystical orb guides our world (should there be one), I know within myself that I had to make the decision I did, and I feel very confident that that’s all that matters.
So, to get to the big revelation I had during this topsy-turvy week where I thought I’d go big and leave the comforts of my current career and tackle the career I’ve wanted. When I look back on this last year (year-and-a-half, really), it appears I’ve had to say “no” to so many things. First, and foremost, I’ve had to reluctantly say “no” to the family I dreamt of for 35 years. That “no” was a death knell. That part of my life has died and this whole past year has been about grieving that death. Second – and in order – this very same time last year, I said “no” to a very lucrative and prestigious job at my current place of work (and let me be clear – I chose to say “no” to this job – however, it was still the act of closing a door in my mind.) A few months previous to saying “no” to this job, while in the very early stages of depression – so early, I didn’t even recognize it – I applied almost prophetically knowing I would get it. On paper, it was everything I did and could do. In my mind, I was at the top of my game in my career, and if we weren’t going to have kids, I might as well keep climbing upward. Nonetheless, the week leading up to the final interview, I panicked like I’ve never panicked before. I completely unraveled and I was beating myself up over it to boot. I was in such a state of despair that on the actual day of my final interview (all day with board members, executives and chairs of departments, followed by a fancy-pants dinner) I entered the building, went to speak with the assistant dean organizing the day’s events and told her I just couldn’t do it. It was by far the boldest, scariest thing I have ever done. I’ve mostly never set my mind to something and not followed through – especially if it meant disappointing anyone. But, my body the days leading up to that interview didn’t give me a choice. I thought I may not make it and that I might spontaneously combust and die if I actually kept pursuing the position. Mike was outside in the car waiting for me to drop this bomb on the interview committee, and when it was all over, he took me to our favorite place for breakfast and I ate like I was training to be a sumo wrestler. The burden of taking that job was gone and it left me feeling temporarily lighter and hopeful that something better was waiting for me in the coming year. But, little did I know then, that moment was just the beginning of something much darker and deeper.
Following that decision, and the subsequent Christmas holiday, I entered winter very uncertain and wobbly. My depression and anxiety were about to embark on peak levels I hadn’t known were possible and as I weathered the storms and sought out therapy I was still eager to do something big – something life-altering that would put me on a different path. My original plan was to marry my best friend (check), have a decent, well-paying job (check) and have kids (no check). That was the big life checklist and something very momentous was missing from it. So, I needed to fill that void. After already saying “no” to the big wig job, I spent much of last spring in the application process to the Wilderness Therapy Masters program at Naropa University. I got in and then had to say “no” again because of the costs. This past summer, some things I pursued, including one job opportunity in the outdoor industry and another in an adaptive outdoor non-profit said “no” to me. It seemed as if everything was saying “no” when I so badly needed it to say “yes”. Fast forward to the dream job I was offered almost to the day on the anniversary of me taking that bold, scary move to exit out of the big wig job interview process, I’ve had to say “no” to that too.
Last Monday, Mike and I were lying in bed at 3 a.m. I couldn’t sleep and he was also awake. I hadn’t given the dream job my decision – mostly because finding housing near a resort town in the winter that wouldn’t cost the organization an arm and a leg was quickly becoming a big challenge – but I was still determined to make it work even though it seemed improbable. With sleepless, burning eyes and a scratchy throat, I told him that I was feeling very sad that it seemed like I was always saying “no” to things in life, and at a time when I feel this intense longing to say “yes”. Through his infinite wisdom (although, he’d get a good laugh out of the suggestion) he was able to reveal to me that I may be mirroring our inability to have children, because, as he so gently put it “you keep going after things that probably aren’t possible.” Why is that I thought? Of course, on one very obvious level, I want to fill the loss for one big life event with something that would make me feel like I still have big life events in me. I want to birth a new chapter and show the world, “hey, look at me! See, I am pretty cool, too!” But, what’s the deeper meaning to this last year’s journey? Or, more aptly put, what is the latest thing I am learning from the last week’s events that continue me on my new path of life – without children?
Here are my takeaways. First, maybe it was about time I started to learn how to say “no”. Most of my life has been “yes, yes, yes”, and, it’s felt good for the most part. When I wanted to move to New York after grad school, I said “yes” with abandon. A year-and-a-half later, after the disenchantment of living in the big city, I said “yes” to moving to Austin with a purity and clarity of eagerness I’d rarely known before. I’ve said “yes” to jobs I’ve later hated. I’ve said “yes” to friendships or boyfriends that later cut me to my core with hurt. Saying “yes” is an important part of growing and learning, but maybe saying “no” represents that growth. It’s such a foreign concept to me to go after something and then say “no” to it, and yet, maybe this is life’s way of showing me that I am learning and dialing in what’s really right for me – at this point – because I’m sure in twenty years I’ll look back at this moment and think to myself, “oh honey…you didn’t know shit.”
This is a big time of year with the holidays, and I’m absolutely in a much better place than this time last year. It’s not perfect, and nothing ever is or should be, but I genuinely feel lighter, more confident and I have a lot more tools for coping. I sit here looking at my lighted up Christmas tree by the fire and feel sad to have said “no” to the non-profit this week. I also feel a little scared about not knowing when it is that I’ll get to say “yes” to the type of work I’d rather be doing. But, I’m grateful that I am looking at this time with eyes wide open and looking for the meaning in my actions and my decisions. I’m grateful for my supportive husband who helps guide me through all of it. I know I will go big in life in some way – maybe not by having had children and not by taking a high-falutin’ executive job, or even having the chance to take what seemed like a dream job. Maybe just getting through this last year in one piece and learning so much about myself is my way of saying “yes”.