I am now forced to confront the reality I have been aware of at least subconsciously for years. There is no market for my diverse, fractured, skill set. I don’t fit these days.
If I’m honest, I realize I never did.
I’ve always had a simmering contempt for the corporate nonsense I chose to leave behind. I always had symptoms over the years I also chose to ignore. Or at least, not recognize.
On March 14, 2008, I handed in my resignation to Bristol Myers Squibb. I was making 6 figures and all I had to do was show up.
The re-org that had just came down offended me so much I had to staunch my own spigot.
I could have stayed…. and vegetated. I could have sat through the mundane town hall meetings while figuring out my gas bill. I could have let my pants go shiny.
I could still have a badge with my picture on it. I could still be making the annual sales meeting to Vegas or Jacksonville.
Nope, just couldn’t do it. I am always being driven inward. A curse of sorts.
But what are we here for….. anyway?
Now I find myself on that trajectory again. Attempting something so scary and exhilarating it makes me want to hedge this bet. A net.
But my feeling is that if you give yourself a net, you will, no doubt, fall into it.
So look out below.