Choices

I was in a meeting at Facebook’s Austin office (as a guest) and it occurred to me:

This is nuts.

A handful of years ago I was working a desk job for a major marketing company. Cubicle, shirt, tie, meetings, reviews and paperwork. It felt wrong from the start. I could do all of the tasks. Work was easy, but it was not enough. It was unfulfilling to the point of creating an unsettling anxiety to do more or something else.

I made a choice.

A crazy choice. I quit my job, let my lease run out and moved to Austin, Texas. The plan was to do something different, to find my thing. I crashed on a friends coach, for several months (What a friend right? Thanks Eric) and worked through many late nights to establish my footing.

I haven’t reached my goal.

There is still a lot of work to be done. But sitting in the Facebook meeting today jolted me back. I could still be in a cubicle wearing a tie, if I hadn’t made a crazy choice to break away from what I was told to do and move toward what I’m supposed to do.

It was hard to find my job.

I am not talking about any job, but my job — the thing I do better than anyone because it’s my job to do. That’s not an easy thing to pinpoint unless you are actively working towards it. To my knowledge, the only way to figure out your thing is to do stuff. Try everything and move on quickly. I left the marketing cubicle in ’10, but it wasn’t until the end of 2014 (last year) that I woke up to what I wanted to do and started doing it. It’s not easy to make changes, often there is a heavy cost associated. It’s absolutely worth it. 

It feels amazing to serve a purpose that pours into others. The hard days, can be overcome. The stress can be outlasted. The crazy choice I made years ago now makes perfect sense.