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Recently, I read a Facebook post from one of my friends explaining how they were getting over the impostor syndrome over a new role. I had never heard that specific term, but I’m very familiar with the feeling. I think that most of us, at least those of us who are honest about our feelings, have experienced these emotions at one point or another.
A week or so ago, I met up with some old friends whom I haven’t seen in awhile. One of the running jokes was “Angel is a Director now.” Though it is true that I hold the title of Director, because it is at a “smaller” firm, the implication is that it doesn’t matter, or mean as much as it does in a large corporation.
Angel’s a Director now, you better show him respect.
Meh, it’s at a non-profit, it doesn’t count.
You are getting paid less right?
Meh, he’s happy, Angel has no ambition.
I’m not going to lie to y’all, it really bothered me at first. I was getting pretty pissed off about it, and I was feeling the urge to check this type of humor being poked at me. But I realized that it wasn’t worth it.
First of all, it was a joke, and I think I may have been taking it in a bad way because of this self imposed, impostor syndrome. And much more importantly, I’m genuinely, very, very happy with my new job. How many people can actually say that? I genuinely love this job! I get to do more now in terms of responsibility than I ever did in a silo’d corporate America role. I don’t dread getting up in the morning to go to work, and I live TWO minutes walking distance from the office. Yo, it takes me 2 minutes, door to door, to get to work! Oh, and I start at 830am, and get off at 430pm. Go screw yourselves, I love this lifestyle!
So why should I let it bother me that these folks are ragging on my Director title? You can keep your corporate America titles, jobs, stress, pressure, commute, headaches, heart attacks, weight gain, high blood pressure, long hours, and all of the other garbage that comes with that horrible, detestable work environment! I’ll stay my happy little self right here, two minutes from home, in a job that I actually enjoy performing!
I tell you what, I hated working in that environment. I dreaded going to work, and I was miserable. The day that I was laid off, though slightly anxious, was probably one of the happiest days of my life.
My quality of life, the peace of mind, you can’t put a price on it. I’d leave that job for this in a heartbeat! Even with a pay cut. Real talk people, you cannot put a price on mental happiness. Keep the “extra” money, and leave my happy little self in my peaceful little pond. I’m all good here, thank you very much!
MY LIFE! MY RULES!