In the past 4 months, I've been offered almost as many jobs. I've even had to turn down one of them, a position in which I've never found myself. And so, as I wind down my still new, but soon-to-become old job, I find myself wondering about things. My mind never stops working, and that's probably going to drive me to the point of insanity, but as I reckon most women understand, where analysis can be performed, a woman's job is never done.
Management: you're trained in life (at least in the Silicon Valley) to want to move up, and constantly climb the ladder. With each rung on the ladder comes a greater set of responsibilities, and a slightly larger army of people supporting you. The flip-side issue is that, with the greater set of responsibilities that do not always build upon what you were doing before (although they should), comes a great deal of stress in trying to teach it to yourself because no one is going to offer guidance (the Stanford way). And the people who do want to offer guidance have no idea what you're doing. The people who offer are the smallest amount of help to you along the way, except to make you smile and feel like maybe someone around here cares whether you succeed at the skill of perpetually treading water among the sharks circling you.
People who can thrive in environments like this making working their lives. People who don't have anyone to go home to at night, who don't mind staying until 11pm during the week and working full days on the weekends prefer to tip the balance toward their jobs. Me, I'm a bigger fan of life and the bigger picture. Work, while offering me great skillsets and the ability to work with some stellar people, is not the be-all/end-all of my life. I work to live, I don't live to work. I would say that should be everyone's mantra, but everyone has a different set of goals in life.
Me? I see my job as a means to an end. It's a means to support my bigger, more global goal of traveling the world. It helps allow me to see the bigger picture, traveling to locations some people wouldn't dare get vaccinated for, and witness with my own two eyes how people in other parts of our world live and find their happiness. I don't identify myself with my job, necessarily, because I don't prefer my job to define me. I prefer my life to speak louder about who I am.
And who exactly am I?
I am a runner.
I am a sister.
I am someone's baby.
I am someone's girlfriend.
Some might call me screwed.
But that will never keep me from traveling.
I'm just me.