During a few moments of quiet at the front desk, I expressed some frustration in a conversation with my coworker/friend, Judy.
"People my age are becoming more successful - they have jobs in which they can support themselves! I feel like I'm scrambling around at the bottom, not getting anywhere, and barely scraping by. Am I not working hard enough? Am I not enterprising/aggressive/resourceful enough? What IS IT that I'm doing wrong???"
"I don't think you're doing anything wrong," Judy responded. "You're a Renaissance woman." She then went off on a tangent about how she saw my life and listed all the stuff I was doing and then repeated the phrase, "You're a Renaissance woman!" I couldn't see her point.
"What do you mean by that??" I asked impatiently.
"You're doing things differently. You could easily get a 9-5 job, but you don't."
"I've had one. It's terrible on the body."
"See? You want something different. You're breaking away from the norm."
I wish the growing pains of being the designer of your life weren't so biting.
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