Here is today's post from my blog, The Sophia Project.
Ahhh, Monday! Everyone's favorite day of the week.
Let's begin a massive cultural overhaul on Monday,
and see it as the day of the week we re-enter our lives, get curious, and find out some groovy new stuff about ourselves. Are you in?
So today's wondering: What is your worth? Do you know? Can you name it?
If you've been following this blog for any amount of time, you know that last spring I made the decision to leave my very secure, quite cushy full time job as a tenure-track professor in Minnesota to return to my adopted hometown in North Carolina. This decision was confounding to some, including myself, but in my heart of hearts made perfect sense.
I began contemplating leaving my job during a meeting. A long meeting. A pointless meeting. A "let's form a committee and give it a name so we can put this bullet point on our resume"
sort of meeting.
It was a Friday evening. Snow had just begun to fall outside. And I found myself having an out-of-body experience where I looked down on this room full of well-educated and capable people heatedly debating the creating of a form to explain another, nonsensical form to explain a policy that no one would ever read or care about.
And I knew, with perfect clarity, that my time was being wasted.
And I knew, with equally perfect clarity, that I didn't have any more time to waste. I felt in my bones that my gifts to this world were not being put to use in that meeting, and that I was sacrificing myself by consenting to be there.
And throughout the next few weeks, I continued to see pockets of time, small and large, where my very self was being squandered in the interest of a bullet point on my resume.
Recently, I read about the concept of rust out
. Where burn out
happens when we do too much, rust out
occurs when we are too little.
Last spring I realized I'd outgrown my life in Minnesota and something larger was waiting for me. That the measure of my worth was grander than serving on pointless committees.
We joke about "wasting time" or "killing time". And we all know the dreadful feeling of being stuck in a meeting that has no point or end in sight.
We've all worked jobs that were beneath us, sustained friendships that did not feed us, and put up with someone's shoddy treatment of us because we didn't think we deserved any better.
But I'm here today to tell you two things:
First, your time is finite.
You don't, in fact, have forever in this lifetime. You have been given this one wild and precious life
, and you are meant to be happy in it.
Second, your worth is infinite.
Think about it. You have a specific set of lived experiences, moments, memories, and gifts that are unique to only you. There has never been another person like you in all of history, nor will you ever be repeated. Yet we act as though our opinions mean nothing, our gifts of little value.
I want to help you snap out of that thinking this week. Your question to ponder: "What is my worth?"
This week, as you move through your life, continually ask yourself this question. Listen when you are praised. Notice when you are noticed. Pay attention when you have an urge or instinct to create something new.
I look forward to hearing your new wisdom this Friday!
Until then, walk in peace my friends.