Two months into 2017, I found myself at my wit’s end with my current employment situation. I was overworked, under-appreciated, and completely uninspired. I wanted something new, challenging, and exciting, and I was open to new opportunities.
A few weeks into my job search, an opportunity presented itself to me - it practically fell into my lap when I wasn’t looking. This opportunity promised new challenges, growth, and the chance to further advance my personal interests and endeavors. And after a year of working my nose against the grindstone trying to conform to the expectations and standards of others, these words were magic to my ears. I did not hesitate to say yes.
The days that followed, I was in a state of absolute euphoria. I could finally stop caring about the work that had taken permanent resident in the back of my mind. I knew that I had done good work and anything that happened after I left was none of my concern. My focus now was on all the good things yet to come.
But these feelings were short lived. As I started sharing my joy with others, I received the same reaction from both friends and family. “What happened to moving to California?”
What HAD happened to California? If you asked me or any of my close friends or family members last year where I wanted to see myself in one year, any one of us would have told you I was going to move to California and make my break in the production industry. And yet here we are, one year later. And I'm still here..
So I'll tell you what happened to California. Life. As much as I wished that it would be as simple as quitting my job and applying for something on the West coast, it wasn’t. At least not for me. I had to think about my finances and where I aspired to be. I had to think of my family that needed me to be close. I had to think about my own mental and emotional health and whether or not moving would make it better or worse.
The grave feeling that maybe I didn’t make the right decision, that I had gotten too eager and too greedy, that instead of stepping forward I took a step back, crushed my spirit.
But it wasn’t until I heard these words that the pain really began to sink in.
“This must be your detour year, huh?"
When I first heard those words, they hit a nerve. It was as if a rain cloud had descended on my happy parade, and all I could see was grey. The moment that I thought was something to be celebrated quickly turned into something to be questioned and speculated. My moment was tainted with feelings of confusion, regret, and failure.
But those words also gave my moment meaning. And I was determined to make the most of it; to embrace this “detour year.” I started tracking my finances and my savings to realistically plan for the future that I hope to have for myself. I decided to actively document all the moments and memories that take place over this next year that will help hold me over through all the moments of doubt that are sure to come - tangible mementos of love, encouragement, and good vibes. I am actively trying to further my learning when I encounter new opportunities such as collaborations on projects and free introductory workshops and learning sessions. And I am trying to forgive myself for the opportunities that went unanswered and the decisions I was too scared to make.
There's a lot more to come this year, and its going to be a ride.
Welcome to the Detour Year.