When it comes to jobs, I have always followed my heart. When a workplace becomes too toxic, too stressful or too frustrating, I have taken it as a sign that it is time for me to leave; time to move on. Several times in my life, I have left a job before finding a new one. This is not a strategy I would recommend. It can be stressful and terrifying but at certain moments in my life, it has felt necessary to do. I have often felt, perhaps naively, that the Universe/God would guide me to the next job/project as long as I was clear about the essence of what I wanted to do for a living.
Since I was very young, it has always been clear to me that I wanted to do work that would serve the collective. When I was younger, that meant “fighting for justice for workers”. As I grew older, it meant “working for environmental policies that move us towards sustainability”. At this stage in my life, it is more open ended. I am clearer about wanting to use my experience and natural gifts to serve the collective but I am less clear about where I might apply them. So I have cast my line out in many directions; applying for jobs that would use my policy skills and/or my communications skills to promote mental health, cancer prevention, environmental sustainability or healthy communities.
I have been waiting for guidance from the Universe; trying not to freak out when the obvious employers have not responded to my applications. I have been trying to see these “rejections” as a “sign” that a change in the course of my career is needed. Then this week, I got a sign that reaffirmed that belief. For the first time in 9 months, after applying for 16 jobs, I was granted two interviews. Both interviews were with organizations outside the sector I have worked with for the last 20 years. In both cases, I was unsure about the jobs going into the interview. In both cases, I came out of the interview feeling that I could see the potential in the job; how I might use my experience and skills; how I might serve the collective.
Both days I came home feeling excited; feeling that my faith in the Universe had been restored; feeling that I could see a pattern in the course of my life. Each day I came home feeling that I may have found the “new dream” for the next phase of my life. And for the first time in a long time, I found myself looking forward to my future.