If y’ try sometimes, y’ just might find…

I’ve had an interesting life experience over the past few years that I’d like to share with you.

As longtime readers will recall, my wife and I helped start a drug and alcohol treatment center back in 2001 – and that was, indeed, a spacey odyssey. (I’m sorry; that just forced its way out.)

For the first few months it was Michele, me, two therapists, an office manager and about ten clients. Over the next couple of years that changed (despite an embezzlement problem we won’t go into), into a thrice larger and quite successful operation. During my time there I was a residential manager/gofer, office manager, part time manager of the women’s residence, drove vans, did educational programs and groups, answered phones, arranged flights, called insurance companies and what have you.

The job was extremely stressful, and also sedentary. After two years I was 40 lbs. overweight, couldn’t go up three flights of stairs without huffing and puffing, and had a really bad attitude because I just didn’t feel good, despite working at a job that I thought was extremely worthwhile. My spirituality was in the toilet, and my own recovery program was definitely suffering.

Due, in large part, to the fact that at the time we were both semi-psychotic (she still is) the director and I agreed to disagree and I left the job. That was slightly more than two years ago. Shortly thereafter a former employer offered me a job in an entirely different field. I needed a job and knew the field, so I accepted.

This job is quite different. It’s run by an expert who knows exactly what he’s doing (me). I’m left alone by the owners of the company, yet well-supported, and allowed to get the job done in my own way. I am extremely active physically at work — hardly ever stationary for more than five minutes at a time. My weight is down from 230 to 210, (I’m 6′ 3″) and would be lower if I wasn’t carrying extra muscle. My waist is now about 34″, down from 38. I’m shooting for 32″ and 200 lbs., maybe 190, and have no doubt that I’ll get there without even trying. I laugh at stairs. My attitude has improved immeasurably, and my productivity is not only greater, but of higher quality. I’m not where I want to be spiritually — but then as long as I have goals in that regard, I’ll never really get there. That’s OK for today. Emotionally — well, I live on planet Earth, and nothing’s perfect, but I’m no longer semi-psychotic and I enjoy life. I take care of myself that way, and my self takes care of me. I’m sixty-two years old.

Now the truly interesting thing about this — and I leave you to draw your own conclusions — is that I went from doing a job that I felt “inspired” to do, moved toward, and for which I believed myself well-suited, to a job that I’d done previously and swore I’d never do again.

Go figure.


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