Going Freelance

April 18, 2001

At age 27, I have had more jobs than any 27 year old should really have. None of them have really mattered and I never really became a part of the company. However, the job that I have chosen to leave was the first one where I had made a huge difference and had created a lot of friendships. Saying good bye was hard, especially since I was unsure that leaving was such a good idea.

Going in to work this morning, I was quiet. This, you should know, is a rare thing. But I wasn’t sure how today would turn out. People were still finding out that I was leaving and I was a bit defensive. I didn’t think I’d get support or even kind words or that anyone would notice when I slipped out the door for the last time.

Never underestimate what happens when you choose to live your dream. I understand that now.

At lunch time, a huge crowd gathered to throw me a surprise going away party. Everyone from everywhere had come out to say good bye and toast to me. They sung silly songs, said stories about me, hugged me, some actually got very emotional. I was overwhelmed by all this and not prepared. Especially for what people said.

Over and over I heard them say, “You are such an amazing person. I’ve never known anyone like you. If anyone has the means to make their dream come true, it’s you. I believe in you. I know I will be reading a book by you someday.”

People told me how I had inspired them. People told me how much the enjoyed having me around. How I created such a good atmosphere. How I listened, how I was terribly terribly cheeky. I never knew what kind of impact I had. Each time someone spoke to me, I was humbled and shocked.

Not one person ever said a negative word – they all believed in me, and believed in any future success. All their happy good luck vibes had such an effect on me it was the boost that I needed, and it made me feel that I’m on the right path. Now, I knew that what I was doing was right. If all these people believed in me, it was time to believe in myself.

On the way home, I got off my bus an hour early and walked the rest of the way home. I took out my camera and slung it over my shoulder. On my way home I transformed. With every step I took, I I let go of every secretarial skill in me and started to look for photographic moments and things to write about.

With every step home, I said good bye to Alex the Corporate Girl and Hullo to Alex the writer.

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