The past few years have been rough for me, personally and professionally.
My job of twenty years disappeared abruptly.
I opened my own business and it failed.
I've spent the last 18 months working in a retail job that I don't like to help pay the bills.
Oh, and we moved the family to another city just in time for the kids to start high school.
I've spent a lot of time looking for work and trying to decide what to do with the next act of my life.
No big deal right?
I'm tired of floundering. I'm tired of hating to go work. I'm tired of the stress and strain of not knowing.
I know a few things for sure.
During this long, dark teatime of the soul one of the few things that got me through was, believe it or not, kickboxing.
I started kickboxing a few years ago and fell in love with it. The visceral feeling of hitting a bag or, during sparring, another person had a calming affect. It allowed me to focus my anger and disappointment into something positive.
It also got me in pretty damn good shape.
When I interviewed for my current job, I was asked how I would handle the stress of the job.
"I'll punch people."
Now, my job is in customer service. That was not an answer that was expected. I elaborated and got a laugh and a job.
When we moved, I paused/stopped the kickboxing, but I kept the job.
The match doesn't work.
I've got to find a new place to train and a new place to work.
I've finally figured out what I don't want to do. I've started taking the steps to make it a reality. That is going to resolve itself in short order.
Now, I just need to find a new place to train.
Its the sport of the future and the future is now.