Re-invention
I could have grown a pony-tail (if I had hair). Left my wife and kids (but I love them! I'd miss them too much).
I could wait for XRP to moon and buy a lambo (but I don't like fast cars).
I DID buy a guitar (but my amp has a headphone socket so I can keep the noise down).
The fabled mid-life crisis is a curious thing, Huey Lewis and The News didn't ever say. It affects people in a number of different ways.
A wave of compulsion to re-invent myself was crashing over me. Not in a Francis Dolarhyde kind of way, you understand. No good would come of that at all.
My mid-life crisis gripped me in a very specific way. I was compelled to look for a new job.
Stale
I had been in my previous job for twelve years. I was on a great team, doing enjoyable work. I had lovely colleagues, some of whom I'm still in touch with. I had a good salary.
Then one day, shortly before my 40th birthday, a switch flipped in my head and I said to myself “Man, you gotta get out of this place.”
I loved my job, but something was prodding me to leave,and wouldn't stop until I left.
Some people referred to me as a 'lifer', someone they could never see leaving. Someone else said I was 'part of the furniture'.
Were those little droplets part of the wave?
I didn't want to be seen as having been there so long that people could predict my future? That I was considered a bit long-in-the-tooth? That I would never ever leave this place?
Maybe so.
Challenging
Did I want something from a new role that this current one wasn't providing? Almost certainly.
A new challenge. The challenge of starting it all again. Of winning new colleagues over, and turning them into friends who liked and respected me. Of being the new kid for a while and rising to the task of learning a new job.
The need for change became compelling. I practically dared myself to do it.
A year later, I am, in a job I hate for many reasons. I find the people ok, but pretty serious and generally, not warm. I find I am under-employed, given unfulfilling tasks, more suited to a much more junior member of staff. I could go on...
I wanted to learn new skills, do something kind of related to what I know, but different enough to interest me. All I am learning is how not to do things. Mediocre practice, not best.
Itchy
But I don't regret making that leap for a second. I scratched my itch. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but you know what – on some level, part of me is enjoying that for now. Weird huh? It's just another challenge I have to rise to. One I wasn't necessarily expecting, but what the hell.
The itch is returning, the wave of compulsion coming back. Time to re-invent again.
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