Simplicity seems obsolete. For a number of years, I have far regarded myself as a dedicated sponge of integrity and continuously evolving knowledge. To my regards, these characteristics are the perfect combination for an employee, but to what end? My dreams are no longer my own for I’ve succumbed to the folly of needing the house, car, perfect job, perfect partner and millions to discover a happy ending. Despite being on track for the general dreams list, I seem to be missing something; happiness.
Honestly speaking, I was raised to appreciate the little things in life. My family prided themselves on dependability, community and togetherness to establish happiness. However, I found myself yearning to achieve the American dream. I’m under five years into my career, and yet, I’m tired. Frequent glances at my colleagues evoked that they too are tired.They constantly seem to proceed on autopilot while the sense of self dwindles to the realms of corporate America. Is it sad to say that I want more? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the applications of a career that provides the ability to grow my network and skill sets, but at what costs? A husband that rarely spends time with his wife because she brings work home? A woman who desires to be a mom but must prioritize her career? A mom who sacrifices time with her children for a promotion? A daughter who misses the joys of her parents aging because she works too much? For me, the sacrifice is too much to bear and I refuse to spend ten years before acknowledging my life priorities.