As many of you know, I have spent the last seven plus months taking a TV time out from the corporate world. My husband, Dan, and I backpacked through Europe for 14 weeks (a lifelong dream and an I-can’t-believe-that-really-happened kind of experience) and when we arrived back home in Chicago, I started a new career that was blissfully free of business cards and board rooms. These days, instead of enduring the daily stresses of a sales person’s life, I spend my time teaching fitness classes and working on my writing (read: dream job). Oh, and doing all the other things I love. Which obviously includes spending lots of time with my people….
I mean, with my new flexible work hours, I just took my awesome 10-year-old niece to Dave & Busters on a Wednesday. Rather than being chained to a desk, we spent the entire day playing arcade games and trying to see who could collect the most tickets. She won by a landslide. She is also far more proficient at DDR than I am (see her going for it on the right).
Take THAT real job.
So let me tell you, THIS. CAREER. CHOICE. IS. WORKING. FOR. ME.
However, just the other afternoon, as I was finishing up an episode of my new favorite TV series, The Brink, while working on planning my sister’s bachelorette party (I know, I know. The struggle is real..), I got a surprise phone call from a man I deeply respect: my old boss of almost 4 years, Wayne.
You see, in the sales world, Wayne is the dream boss. He’s a kindhearted father of three with a love for the Lord, Chipotle burrito bowls, and golf; the latter of which he regularly sneaks off to spectate and play during the summer months. Even better, he is good at his job and has always trusted me to do mine. Overall, working for him was a pretty great gig. And I was pretty darn good at it.
So when he called the other day with an offer to join him at his new firm for a sum that was more than I was making before I left, with amazing benefits (can you say 30 days of PTO?!), a great local territory, and opportunity for quick promotion, I found myself suddenly considering putting my hat back in the sales ring. In a matter of minutes, I had figuratively thrown my writing to the side, and found myself discussing the opportunity in the territory, the quality of the product, and the company’s market share. Instead of brainstorming ideas for a new essay, I asked about projected compensation, talked about my daily responsibilities, and heard they would match my 401(k).
And frankly, I was impressed.
Pretty much, in a single phone call, I went from feeling confident in my alternative career choice to staring at a very big carrot dangling in front of my face. And with a week to decide whether or not I wanted to help “put the old sales band back together”, I found myself feeling utterly torn.
Isn’t being a grown up hard???
As soon as Wayne and I hung up, I called Dan to fill him in on the news. While he was definitely intrigued, instead of urging me to take the job, my amazing husband, and current sugar daddy, reminded me of the reasons we were committed to this new phase in my career. Instead of having his vision clouded by the dollar signs that were currently blinding me, he lovingly gave me the freedom to say no. #saintofaman
In my writing nook, we have a print of this portrait of Jesus that was painted by Akiane, the child prodigy who would see Jesus in her dreams. I think she painted this masterpiece at the age of 8. No lie. One thing I love about the painting is that when you look at it straight on, sometimes you really feel like you’re looking in Jesus’ face.
Anywho, as I was clearly feeling overwhelmed with this new gift of choice, I stared up at painting hoping for the usual; that Jesus would just tell me what to do. And in my heart, I heard Him say, “Don’t take it.”
Then, deciding it was probably time to start working on the introduction for this blog launch of mine (read: browse distractedly on Facebook for too many minutes), I looked down at my fingers on the keyboard and I heard clear as day, “I have given you those fingers to write.” Now I’m not going to lie, I had just gotten a new no-chip for a weekend away and my hands were looking pretty nice, but rather than draw my attention to my new favorite polish, I really think God was reminding me of His calling on my life. That He has given me a voice and He wants me to be confident enough to use it.
Now the real question is: do I have the guts to listen to that silent voice screaming in my heart?
So while I was definitely tempted by that new job offer, and I will likely regret not taking it when my next (much smaller) paycheck hits my bank account, I need to remember that He tells us, “ I will make your paths straight.”
That means that the imaginary fork in the road is of my own creation. Because God has already spoken, and confirmed many times, the way He is calling me to go. I just need to be brave enough to walk that path.That means that the imaginary fork in the road is of my own creation. Because God has already spoken... Click To Tweet
So today, I choose to reject what logic would tell me I SHOULD do, and I choose this dream God gave me instead. And I choose to continue to shop for groceries at the Dollar Store.
And I dare to be great.
With all that said, welcome to Alyssa DeRose, the blog. The place I will call home to my real thoughts on life, the things that I am learning, and of course, our adventures along the way. I hope you’ll challenge me to be honest. And I hope you dare to be great, too.
Now, what’s God telling you?