Here I am, waiting for the downtown 1 train to stop on 18th Street so I can walk toward 5th Avenue and work from WIX Lounge. Kanye’s “Runaway” blasts through my ear phones, tightly secured inside my itty bitty ear canal. I once related to this song. Runaway as fast as I could, that’s how I lived my life. Going from job to job, doubtful of my ability to remain disciplined and succeed in a creative career. Indecisive when it came to leaving my job as mentor, or as I called it, Glorified Babysitter.
Then the Universe took hold.
A week ago today, I sat on a 1 train on my way to Harlem. Once in the neighborhood, I purchased a coffee coolata and hash browns from the local Dunkin Donuts, as I often did. I dragged my feet two blocks, as I often did. This time it was due to a mix of exhaustion, as I’d just returned from Puerto Rico, and a feeling of indifference.
As I pulled the blue gate toward me and opened the front door, I silently prayed for a solution.
I walked in and greeted the few coworkers that worked Mondays. None of my teens were there as of yet. I logged into the office computer to check my email and there was an odd one, an urgent one, from the head manager. He needed to talk to me, he said. Don’t pick up any kids, he commanded. He must want to talk schedule, I thought. And so I replied, informing him I was available and that there was no child in sight.
Seconds later, a teen called. She was outside and so I buzzed her in. Minutes later, my head manager walked in, a stern and concerned expression on his face. He closed the office door and told me I had been let go as of that day. I had checked out, he said. I could finish my paperwork from home the very next day, he commanded. I’d be paid the vacation days I had accrued, he finished.
I sat there, numb…indifferent. My mind raced though the beat of my heart remained slow and steady. I thought of all the posts I had written, expressing my disappointment with this organization, with my duties as Glorified Babysitter. I recalled my written words silently and realized this was indeed a blessing.
The books I am writing. The one-woman show I have planned. LoveSujeiry.com, my Pepa Power Tweet Chats, the Love Your Online Brand bootcamp and much more can be accomplished as I place all my energy on my creative career. No longer a runaway. No more running away as fast as I can, as I once lived my life. It’s time to build a routine, to push forth and live my dream.
Because the Universe took hold.