$\"I$ <\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

I am not a co’ ho’.<\/p><\/div>\n

Raise your hand if you\u2019re tired of people old enough to know a thing or two by now (and I\u2019m talking to you, my fellow aging Gen Xers) complaining, lamenting, wondering: \u201chow did I get here?\u201d Not just in terms of their relationship, but their life: career, income, self-fulfillment. I used to do the same. But at some point, increasingly I\u2019d ask that question of myself (rather than of a friend, rhetorically, over my second double macchiato, as was my way in the past). And when I asked it of myself, I actually required of myself an answer. And it hit me:\u00a0 Because that\u2019s what I\u2019ve chosen. Wealth and a relationship and self-worth cannot be had if the price is feeling trapped. Compromise? Of course. Frustration? A given. But trapped: never, ever again. Not in a job, not in a relationship, nowhere. Let freedom reign.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m smart. So why am I not Wealthy? Married? Satisfied? Sometimes I need to remind myself, to be quite honest.
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\nWhy am I not wealthy?<\/em> Because I chose to walk away from a lucrative corporate gig a long time ago. It paid well but I was miserable. I felt trapped. The good definitely did not outweigh the bad \u2013 no amount of money is worth feeling trapped, not to me. So I walked. I could quite easily have more money. There are lots of ways right outside my door I could easily earn a great income with lots of benefits. Perhaps I\u2019ll find one that fits well and doesn\u2019t feel come with that \u201ctrapped\u201d feeling. In the meantime, I know exactly how I want to live my life, what I want to do with it: and it can pay off. It\u2019s a longshot, I know. And that\u2019s okay. I\u2019m doing okay. It\u2019s 100% worth the tradeoff. I\u2019m loving every minute spent trying. This is an adventure.<\/p>\n

Why am I not married?<\/em> Again, I chose to not remain married. I loved being married. I loved him, he loved me; we still love each other. But Dave Mason said it best: \u201cThere ain\u2019t no good guys. There ain\u2019t no bad guys. There\u2019s only you and me and we just disagree.\u201d And if you spend your life together in disagreement, it\u2019s not good for either party. It felt like another trap: one I\u2019d built around myself. Some people stay with the wrong person for fear of ending up alone, or for the kids, or because they loathe the confrontation\/battle of divorce, so they take the lifelong path of least resistance. It\u2019s up to you: risk being alone for the right reasons or with someone for the wrong ones. And that is for no one to decide or judge but you.<\/p>\n

$\"Climb$ <\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>
Climb Me.<\/p><\/div>\n
Why am I not satisfied?<\/em> I choose — no in this case, I’ll always need<\/em> — to ameliorate. Because I like the act of striving, pushing myself, wanting to accomplish more, improving myself. I\u2019ve been satisfied many times, and to great degrees. I just don\u2019t remain satisfied for very long. Show me a mountain and I have to climb it. And there\u2019s always a mountain to climb. I like the climb as much as the view from the top. And I mean that literally, not metaphorically. But you can do what you want with that mountain and that metaphor.<\/p>\n
Self pity, tear down this wall!<\/p>\n
$\"I$ <\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>
I wonder if he’s satisfied.<\/p><\/div>\n
But let\u2019s talk about you now, my fellow aging Gen Xers, who are still stuck on the \u201cwhy me?\u201d loop. Most of you are fiercely smart. Too smart for your own good. It was great currency in your 20s, when having a low-paying job with cool cred was hot. Or you were working a McJob until your big break, when your indie-alt-grunge band \u201cCarpet Picnic\u201d (or whatever genius name it was then) was discovered, signed to Sub Pop, and changed the face of rock forever. Or you were working to Save The Children (or The World, or The Peppered Moth) in a non-profit organization — which made you a good person. Fine and dandy.<\/p>\n
But we\u2019re 15, 20 years on, guys. You didn\u2019t go into it for the money then. And you stuck with it. So why, oh why are you whining that there\u2019s no money now? \u201cHow did I get here?\u201d \u201cHow did this happen?\u201d Answer: Because it\u2019s what you chose<\/em>. You could change it any second. Get a broker\u2019s degree. Go into pharmaceutical sales. Not into selling out? Write the next blockbuster movie franchise that elevates the genre into the category of\u00a0 \u201cart\u201d. Just do something, anything, different. Differently. Or own it, take pride, be the best you can be at it. Or\u2026 choose to stop complaining. It\u2019s only your life we\u2019re talking about after all. Just how much of it do you want to spend complaining, regretting, lamenting \u2013 and annoying everyone around you in the process (while you still have their attention, that is)?<\/p>\n
Sure, there are some circumstances we definitely do not choose. Death of loved ones, layoffs at work, and other\u2019s behavior all come to mind. But whether we stay vs. go? Choice. To listen vs. ignore? Choice. Accept vs. change? Choice. Path of least resistance (and often, least reward) vs. challenge? Big choice. Big choice. Choose wisely.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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