Sometimes everything will be okay…
Remember when you were little and your mother would go “Everything is going to be alright, sweety” when the world was tumbling and the sky was falling? I remember those times - and now I get to say it a lot to my own daughter. She has a thing with gravity - they don’t see eye-to-eye it seems… Sometimes the floor will sneak up on her or become suddenly slippery, wobbly legs will cave and tears will flow.
I can do one thing in response - comfort the little one and go “Everything is going to be alright”. Well, I could try alternate approaches like confining her to her very own rubber cell - but somehow, I just don’t think it would be the same. I could do a lot of useless things too - like tell her that that’s what she can expect when turning her head without letting the rest of the body know the new direction. But I’m not old enough to have forgotten how annoying that is. Rolling of eyes and comments about your stupidity _after_ the accident happened just never was very constructive in my book.
I was never the patient kid - and I don’t expect my daughter to be either. Things have to happen and preferably right now - why wait for the good stuff when you could try and make them happen today… and consequently why put off for tomorrow when you can put it off for several weeks? Someone once called me a procrastinator - I had to look it up, but the description fits perfectly. Another word (actually two, but who’s counting)… instant gratification! And look where procratination has taken me so far: I started out as an accountant (boooring!) - then fire-fighter (fire is kewl!) - then Officer-trainee in the Army - then IT-superuser… shortly after Head of Economics and IT… then Controller, Project Leader, CEO, part-time Controller (same company… don’t ask…) and now IT-consultant who just became member of the board.
A wise guy once told me that to have an optimum career you should change jobs every three years. He had learned this from statistics and studies. Luckily, I never paid much attention in statistics class. I’ve never held the same job for three years (my record is 2 years 3 months) and right now I have the job of my dreams. I actually enjoy going to work in the morning -I’m happy about my paycheck (My boss and I did a rock/scissor/paper decision about it - I lost the game, but my boss’ bid was higher than mine… go figure).
So, where am I going with all of this? Do whatever makes you happy Freja - and everything will be okay. Don’t have regrets and don’t despair. Things will turn out alright - and if they don’t you can always tell tales of your silly father when his sleeve caught fire during a drill… And you get to decide when things actually did turn out for the best… And I’ll scold the kitchen floor for being slippery and sneaky!