I once took a job because I felt like it was a more responsible one to take. It was full-time, which was different than my multiple part-time schedule I was used to. Too, it had a salary, benefits, and career progression. It was totally grown-up. Totally corporate.
Like many employee contracts, I started off with a 3-month trial period.
The first month went fine, and mostly the second. On the third, I realized I felt like a prisoner and the lunchtime walking couldn’t alleviate the stress. Too, I didn’t like the way I was talked to by one of my bosses. Being berated for punctuation was something I could not suck up.
When approached for my 3-month review, I was honest. And because it was a human resource firm, my boss of bosses graciously ushered me out of the job without judgment and with a smooth transition.
That’s not the end of the story.
It was at that moment I had no job. Nothing lined up, only the possibility to put on a dirty tux and do some more catering gigs.
I did not want to do that again.
Fears came up about becoming homeless, and shame appeared in many forms. I couldn’t be “normal” and have a “normal” job. I’d always be living on an “starving artist” standard. I’d be dependent on help again from others.
It magnified and spiraled until I thought I’d be hungry and homeless. I was in tears.
Then I remembered something.
My family and my friends would NEVER let that happen to me. It was my own shame that prevented me from asking for help – and from receiving it!
I was determined to not second-rate myself to take a crappy job. Too, I promised I would tell others of my situation if I needed the help, and I would receive it no matter how uncomfortable it’d be.
I went about my life as normal – okay a little more prudently. But only a week or so later, I stumbled upon a conversation in my astrology class.
A classmate was looking for help at her job, and I knew exactly how to do it!
My faith in myself, and my recognition of the supportive environment I did have attracted just what I needed. It was work I could do – close shop and not think about at home. It was part-time. It had benefits. It was a creative environment that stimulated my curiosity. And, I shared a corner office with that astrology colleague that overlooked midtown and the Hudson.
To date, it was the best employment I had outside my own.
This week’s astrological conditions can bring unexpected twists to agreements and plans you have set up. It can leave you feeling in the dark, and maybe even a prisoner to circumstance.
Like my own story, I encourage you to put your faith in yourself and the support you have to open up to new possibilities… perhaps even better than you could have expected.
Read the Day Guides below to navigate your week’s journey. Next week, more on the lovely Venus in Libra! Continue reading “When You Feel Like a Prisoner to Circumstance”