I heard a sermon once about choosing to walk on the sunny side of the street vs. walking on the shady side of the street. That's fine and dandy if you knew how to cross the street and start skipping down the sunny side of Main Street. But I haven't seen that side of the street in a long time, and I can't find the crossing guard to help me to the other side.
I've reaching the old age of 56 this year, ever inching to 60 where I will finally be invisible and non-relevant to the average 30 year old. I remember being 30 and wondering how those old geezers got out of bed in the morning, and thinking that driver's licenses should be revoked around that age. I wonder how I have gotten this age without actually growing up. When other kids were saying they were going to be ballerinas, doctors or firefighters, I was hoping that I would be able to chime in with some impressive vocation when it popped into my head. However, the only thing I dreamt about was becoming a back-up singer for James Taylor.
For the past 35 years, I have been an insurance salesperson, a collector and a recruiter. Yes, I do see the pattern, and yes, I do love to talk to people and these jobs gave me an opportunity to talk. However, selling something to someone who in not interested in what I had to sell was a difficult thing for me, the ever agreeable peacemaker. If I could just find a job that I can call someone and say "Hi! What's up today with you?", I would be in employment heaven. I recently thought that I could be a psychologist, but after learning I would have to be in college for 8 years and then intern, I realized I really didn't want to be a 70 year old in the workforce. I still want to make my mark in the world and to leave a legacy, and am as idealistic as I was when I was much younger. However, growing up is hard to do (I know, you are way to young to remember that song).
Check back with me later as I take you back in time and maybe both of us can figure out how to cross the road.
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