Last week I wrote these words in Friday’s blog: “I was encouraged to finish high school and get a job in some factory or other where I could live out my life in comfort and security without the need of educational debt. And I did that …”
The fact that education and I did not get along was obvious back then, though unexplained.
My grandmother, a veteran teacher, seemed to understand, and though she was too old to help me much beyond teaching me to read and write fluently by the time I was four, I can’t help but feel like she knew a lot about ADHD, maybe even everything there was to know about it other than the name.
Way back then
When I was in school, it seemed obvious that the best we could do was get me to the point of graduation, and then get me a job.
It was a good plan.
But as I stated in the title, plans go wrong.
There are many reasons
Plans go wrong for lots of reasons. The most likely one is that not all the details were known before the plan was executed.
In my case, the thing that held up my education to the point where I didn’t graduate high school until I was 20 was the thing that fouled up the rest of my life.
Not quite true
The factory job was going great. I wouldn’t say that I fit in well with all the other people there, but I knew my job and there was lots to learn.
It was technically demanding and physically demanding as well.
It was perfect. Or almost perfect.
The other thing I have that took some time to diagnose is Fibromyalgia. And when the symptoms began to manifest themselves I feared that work was making it worse. I didn’t know that, work or not, there would be pain.
So I left that job and went back to school to study something that had less physical demands on my body.
I chose computer programming.
That was fun
It seemed like a good idea, there would always be new things to learn, it was technically challenging, and there weren’t any barrels of ink or chemicals to slog around, no one ton rolls of paper to shift, no books to pile. (I had been in a printing plant.)
But even though there was always something new coming along, it got boring. I shifted laterally to being a computer technician.
Then I started selling things online, starting with dated computer parts and moving into antiques and collectibles (I know, an odd progression).
See a pattern?
I don’t want to mislead anyone. And I have nothing but my own life experiences to base this on.
But I have found my life’s passion to be … changing passions.
If I could have mapped out my life back in school, I would have chosen to be everything I could possibly be, as many jobs as I had time to learn.
Seems counter productive?
Yes, but in the big picture sort of view it does not seem counter intuitive at all.
Today I am a writer, a musician, a radio and TV host, a song writer, a handy man, and a house spouse.
But most importantly, today, I am happy.