Who are You Not To Be Like Me?

I have been unemployed turned self-employed since early May of this year. I had just moved into my new apartment 10 days prior-excellent timing (sarcasm intended). I worked for a SAAS company that shall remain nameless and was abruptly terminated. Terminated was the word they used when they called me out of the blue, while I was working from home with the flu (yes I was actually working). I had worked for them for a year and a half and it was disappointing from day one. I applied for a position, they hired me and simultaneously changed the job description during my on-boarding. I had to immediately lobby for a promotion during my first month there. I got the promotion without any pay increase, but definitely an increase in responsibility. Let’s just say they entire situation was a mess from the word go. I was miserable every day. Every day. I can appreciate the start-up culture but beer doesn’t make everything alright. Okay, at least not for me. I need more. More what do you ask? Diverse perspectives, meaningful conversation, intentional collaboration,  and mentalities that accept the differences  in people. Or even evolving to a place of respecting those differences.

The daily dialogue running through my mind: I am NOT like you! I am NOT a superficial person who is so desperate to fit in and is looking for the next blouse  The Loft to do so. I am NOT waiting for Jennifer Aniston’s  next haircut to feel pretty,  and if I have one more conversation about Bravo TV I will scream! I am NOT you, nor do I want to be!

When I was finally put out of my misery, my predominate feeling was relief. I no longer have to pretend to be something I am NOT and do not wish to be around. I live in Chicago and with that-there are pluses and minuses. Great food, beautiful summer time, and the lake – plus , plus, plus. Segregation, political corruption and corporate clicks are just a few of the minuses. There are people actually living here that only feel comfortable in Lakeview, Lincoln Park, Gold Coast, and The Loops (there are a few). “We don’t go west of Western.” (Western is a street that acts as a line of demarcation between seemingly acceptable living and the questionable neighborhoods). I’ll let you figure out who we is.

Where you live and where you went to school , are mainly the only details Chicagoan’s will use to define you. Very sad, especially in 2015. I have learned a great deal living and working here:

1. Some people need everyone around them to look and think like them just to be comfortable.

2. Anyone can have a successful business if they work hard enough even if your idea or product is poor.

3. If you are single and can afford it – live alone.

4.  Real communities are very difficult to find.

5. I have a God-given right to be who I am and I will exercise that right no matter how others feel about it.

Lastly, the only person you can compare me to is the person I was yesterday. Being like someone else has never been my goal. I am an original not a copy.

Intentionally,                                                                                                                       Cozette

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I am like you, I love and desire to be loved. I hope, dream, feel, cry and I long to have my dreams realized. It is my objective to speak with passion, love, and truth. Living a life of love (my life’s goal) is the single most challenging initiative that I know of. Also, it is the most rewarding ambition. The mandate is clear. The task is at hand. It takes building an enormous amount of faith to get anything accomplished in this life. So let’s do it together! When I am not writing about faith, hope, or love, you can find me braving the winds of Chicago, sipping on a delicious cup of tea, while snuggling up with my favorite book. Or, of course, shopping for shoes.