I am the second child. My brother was the first son and grandson in the family. Even though I had privileges being a little girl, the trone had a king already. Sunday lunch at an aunt's house was a buffet of my brother's favorite dishes. He deserved it. Not only because he was the first but because he was truly adorable. Still is when he is in a good mood. I always refer him as a diplomat, a British gentleman.
I remember someone defining us as "the intelligent", him and the "hard-worker", me.
It never bothered me. Actually I liked being the hard-worker. Today in my 32's I believe this definition has helped me developing myself as person who was not supposed to get things the easy way and that was exciting. I am not saying I had to struggle - life has been generous to me - when I was nine my father initiated in the business that would change our lives from riding 4 people in a cheap-used-motorcycle to owning a car and all other middle class privileges.
So when I say I was a hard worker you must know that it was not like one of stories that made the news and the movies. Just an average every-day story of a family who made their way to middle class.
With that being said, let's go back to the imprinted definitions.
Being a hard-worker was fun. Accomplishments were a great prize. Accomplishments are tangible. You do the project, you run it, finish a report, send it, get positive feedback, work well-done, the end. With a little luck and good mentors, life was a world of targets. Graduate, postgraduate, Masters, international projects, sales results, cost reduction, human resources management. All checked. One day, thinking about talent, I declared myself with the talent of "problem-solving". Bam. That was my talent. Something I really love doing. Learning and solving a problem. These two were natural in me.
On this new journey that is about to begin when I officially sell my shares at the companion November, I am questioning myself about these imprinted definitions. Will I always be the same person? I mean, should I always stick with what I am good at? What if I have a hidden talent? What if I can learn something really new? Even after over 10 years building this career...
I keep asking myself if hardworking will do for any area I choose. Maybe. But which area will I choose? What do I want to become?
Quitting a job is not easy. It's like your breaking up with yourself. It's a freedom/scary sensation. It's ending a relationship that was no longer fruitful enough to overlap the spikes. Breaking up with yourself is hard. It's getting out of the sofa. It's giving up that so well-known routine. It's breaking up with your comfort zone.
And that, my dear readers, that is my kind of thing. Changing.
Of course, it's way more difficult when you have a family on your own and the financial responsibility is on you. It takes more time breaking up with yourself. It takes more thinking in setting up the new plan. The scary sensation comes in like a tsunami in the middle of the day. But then, breathing, praying and breathing again and praying again - sometimes calling a good friend helps too.
I am on my way to find my new talents and hopefully make more than money out of it, make happiness, knowledge, difference in other people's lives, make a good living in this world.
Love.
T.
I remember someone defining us as "the intelligent", him and the "hard-worker", me.
It never bothered me. Actually I liked being the hard-worker. Today in my 32's I believe this definition has helped me developing myself as person who was not supposed to get things the easy way and that was exciting. I am not saying I had to struggle - life has been generous to me - when I was nine my father initiated in the business that would change our lives from riding 4 people in a cheap-used-motorcycle to owning a car and all other middle class privileges.
So when I say I was a hard worker you must know that it was not like one of stories that made the news and the movies. Just an average every-day story of a family who made their way to middle class.
With that being said, let's go back to the imprinted definitions.
Being a hard-worker was fun. Accomplishments were a great prize. Accomplishments are tangible. You do the project, you run it, finish a report, send it, get positive feedback, work well-done, the end. With a little luck and good mentors, life was a world of targets. Graduate, postgraduate, Masters, international projects, sales results, cost reduction, human resources management. All checked. One day, thinking about talent, I declared myself with the talent of "problem-solving". Bam. That was my talent. Something I really love doing. Learning and solving a problem. These two were natural in me.
On this new journey that is about to begin when I officially sell my shares at the companion November, I am questioning myself about these imprinted definitions. Will I always be the same person? I mean, should I always stick with what I am good at? What if I have a hidden talent? What if I can learn something really new? Even after over 10 years building this career...
I keep asking myself if hardworking will do for any area I choose. Maybe. But which area will I choose? What do I want to become?
Quitting a job is not easy. It's like your breaking up with yourself. It's a freedom/scary sensation. It's ending a relationship that was no longer fruitful enough to overlap the spikes. Breaking up with yourself is hard. It's getting out of the sofa. It's giving up that so well-known routine. It's breaking up with your comfort zone.
And that, my dear readers, that is my kind of thing. Changing.
Of course, it's way more difficult when you have a family on your own and the financial responsibility is on you. It takes more time breaking up with yourself. It takes more thinking in setting up the new plan. The scary sensation comes in like a tsunami in the middle of the day. But then, breathing, praying and breathing again and praying again - sometimes calling a good friend helps too.
I am on my way to find my new talents and hopefully make more than money out of it, make happiness, knowledge, difference in other people's lives, make a good living in this world.
Love.
T.
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