Living the Dream

It’s funny how at my previous place of employment- if you were to ask any of the executives how they were doing, they would immediately respond, “You know… Living the DREAM.” I don’t know if it was an ironic joke that had somehow become a part of the lies we tell ourselves…
I had to support these guys who were living the DREAM. I became frustrated with my position as an administrative assistant. I began to question and contemplate- “How about my dreamS?” I sat there day in and day out just waiting. Waiting for what? I still can’t even answer that. Perhaps, waiting for things to be better? For the environment to change and for people to be warmer and more welcoming? For someone to notice my hard work?

I was not happy getting up every morning and coming into work. It was my job to cancel their vacation, family, and holiday plans. I would sit and look at their faces that clearly betrayed their assertions that they were indeed living the DREAM. “If this is what that looked like,” I thought to myself, “What does living a nightmare look like?” 

Upon my resignation someone commented, “Mary, your guys are so nice to you. You would think you were being tortured.” I could only think to myself that torture means different things to different people. To me, it was having a front row seat to watching their sad, angry or frustrated faces day in and day out with no change.
I want to work in a place where people smile. Where I feel at home. I want to have that passion and truly be inspired to get out of bed every morning. I want to be a full participant in living my life with intention. I don’t want to sit around waiting for life to happen to me. I want to LIVE the DREAM. And when you hear me say that, you best believe I am! 
Happy Thursday!!!

To lighten the mood- haha!

“And the story goes […] She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window.”- The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

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