Get off the wood and use it OR The “Someday Clause”
The first job I remember ever wanting was to be a ballerina. The second was a greeter at Wal-Mart. Then I wanted to be an actress, then a writer, then a journalist, then…PR?
I had a really great happy hour yesterday with a girl who I’ve been meaning to become friends with for a while. We mostly talked about our jobs, a couple “dreams” and she mentioned that she’d like to own a clothing boutique “someday.”
Ah, someday, I am quite familiar with that day. The truth is it’s fucking hard to chase your dreams. Really fucking hard. Of course if your dream is to be a doctor or lawyer, society looks much friendlier on that dream. Whereas, someone who wants to be an actor or maybe ice cream parlor owner, well, it gets more complicated. That’s why people like me resort to the “someday clause” where we talk about how our jobs are fine and “someday” we’d like to do X. This allays our cognitive dissonance just long enough to coast through another year. Large quantities of whiskey on the regular also helps, or so I’m told.
How would our lives be different if we were actually doing what we wanted? I’ve written several posts on the mid-mid life crisis, and my tune hasn’t changed much. So, to quote Dolly Parton from the silver screen classic Straight Talk, it’s time to “get down off the cross, honey, somebody needs the wood!”
I don’t know why I woke up today sounding like one of those “Excellence” or “Team Work” posters, but here it is: I think what Dolly is saying is that you can’t live your life for someday. That the more we trick ourselves into believing it's okay that we are spending the only thing we really have (time) with the wrong job, relationship, friend, place, etc, we are lying to ourselves with excuses. So listen to Dolly, it’s time to get off the wood and use it...he he…wood.
Okay, for listening to that, I now give you a funny happy hour moment and encourage you to come tonight and hear more of my existential rants plus mojitos:
As I was sipping my wine at Science Club last night, this guy walked up next to me and started talking to the bartender about a mutual guy they know.
Guy: I haven’t seen him in a while, what he up to these days?
Bartender: Oh, he’s about to leave to go study in Egypt.
Guy: Oh, that’s cool. Is he going to get an MBA there?
Bartender: (with a mix of confusion and pity) Um, no, he’s studying Middle Eastern history, I think.