When I walked into The Boss’ office yesterday morning to pick up my pay, I could see he was down. I had called him Tuesday morning, after much angst, deliberation and a quick phone call to the Husband, and told him I wouldn’t be back.
So much for The New Job.
Turns out, after everything I’ve been through – after all of those months of seeking Divine Guidance and Strength – I really just couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that this New Job was where I was supposed to be. The Old Woman had convinced me – by her very presence, if not by her words – that there was something more….something better….waiting for me.
Had I forgotten everything I went through last year? Everything I learned? One of the main issues in my life – the one that manifested itself as a breast cancer last year – was my life long tendency to sacrifice myself to make others more comfortable, to make others feel good. To make things easier for them.
I’ll never forget one morning shortly after the diagnosis. I was sitting in bed reading “Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom” by Dr. Christiane Northrup when I read that as far back as the 1800s, the medical literature has noted associations between breast cancer and women with an “overdeveloped nurturance gland”. (check!) They have a tendency toward self sacrifice (check!), and are more apt to have a coping strategy characterized by engaging with the problem, confronting it, focusing on it, working on a plan, and lobbying for emotional support in the process. (check! check! CHECK!)
In other words…ME!
It was a huge ass Aha! Moment, and I broke down wept. Like the woman in the book, I realized that I didn’t have to “get sick or to die in order to rest”. Right then and there, I promised myself that I wouldn’t do that again. I would live in balance. I would take care of me…REALLY care for me. And I would stop trying to Save The World.
And yet, here I was! Faced with a job that was FAR from something soul satisfying and fulfilling, it did meet my financial needs but that was it. Sure, I could go in and Save The Day. I could see that I could have a huge impact for the better, and alleviate a lot of The Boss’ problems (if the Old Woman “let” me.) But at what cost to me?
So HAD I really gotten it? Or this was a test to see if I had actually made the internal shift needed to so I could go to the next level of my destiny?
Isn’t that what I had been promised over and over again this past year?
I just couldn’t do it. My head, my heart and my gut wouldn’t let me. So I picked up the phone and called my husband, telling him what was on my heart. If it were just about money – I would go. But not for long and not because I wanted to. That seemed unfair to The Boss, as well, paying me to be a short timer.
He totally got it. So I hung up, made one more call and chose ME.
When I went to see The Boss yesterday to pick up my pay, The Old Woman wasn’t there and we had a chance to talk. It sounds like my decision was a disappointment to her as well, and maybe – just maybe – she’s feeling guilty about things. The Boss admitted he didn’t tell his mom all the reasons why I wasn’t coming back, so I encouraged him to do so – in a nice way, at the right time. She needs to know that her actions and her words were not only why I didn’t want to come back, but were jeopardizing her son’s business as well.
Speaking our truth, in a loving manner, may hurt someone’s feelings but we can’t let that stop us. Not when we know deep in our heart that a change for the good must be made. I feel for him. She’s his Mom. But she is also an employee – one that really isn’t doing her job the way it needs to be done, and it’s taking him down. She’s 80. It should be okay for him to ‘retire’ her.
We agreed that we would keep the communication lines open, and who knows? There might be something there for me down the road AFTER The Old Woman has her moment of enlightenment. And maybe – just maybe – The Boss will chose himself and the welfare of his business over protecting his mother’s feelings.
I’ve felt good – GREAT – ever since. I feel energized again. Full of hope and anticipation. I let go of What Was – and an entire old way of being in the world – so that Something New has space in my life. And it’s possible that by deciding not to sacrifice myself and my dreams, by putting my well-being at the front of the line, I actually did fulfill my purpose there.
I chose me.
Now, maybe the nice Boss Man will to do the same.