Wednesday, April 13, 2016

So What Do I Want to Do With the Rest of My Life?


Recently I have been thinking about the future, which is a depressingly conventional response to my slightly unconventional circumstances.  I'm eligible for retirement in three years.  There is a run-off election being held next month that will have a lot to do with whether or not I retire at my first eligibility.

If I did quit, what would I want to do?  Hell, I'll only be 48.  I could start a whole new career.  But honestly, I have no idea what I want to do.  And days like today make the decision even harder.  Because I have the best damn job.

I met with Jose this afternoon.  Jose is chronically depressed but not chronically sober.  For the moment he's stable.  He works graveyard shift at a convenience store and is attending Junior College.  He wanted to go into nursing, but his felony conviction makes that pretty much impossible, so he's decided to study psychology.

Jose is fairly typical of my caseload.  He's a young(ish), poor, Hispanic male who lives with his long-term girlfriend.  He became a father at a young age.  He's under-employed and works for minimum wage.  And he's in trouble for drinking.  I'd drink if I was him.

Jose's drinking led to someone losing their life.  Now he doesn't drink.  (Crossing my fingers that this holds true.)

Unlike most of the people I deal with, Jose has a high school diploma and has decided he needs to further his education.  For the last year he's been taking classes and we've talked about the benefits of this choice as well as how this may effect his already tenuous family relationships.  It's tough to keep a marriage together when one of you arbitrarily adds full-time student status to an already stressful situation. That's certainly proving true in Jose's case.  In the midst of all this tension, they had another baby.

[Condoms, people!  C'mon, it is not that hard!  (heh.)  Condoms, every stinkin' time, dammit.  Why, why, why must you procreate?!  Never, never, never fail to use birth control!]

All of which brings me to Winston Churchill.

Jose is reading a book on the British Prime Minister for a history class.  He's actually reading it - the whole thing.  And liking it. It's taken him two months to get it done, but he has become a fan of Churchill and seems to be thrilled with his ability to read, comprehend and enjoy an actual book.

Although I've not read the book, I at least know enough minutia about the man to carry on a decent conversation.  It did occur to me that perhaps the hard drinking Churchill was not the best role model for Jose, but he beats the shit out of Hulk Hogan or Donald Trump.  We spent most of our meeting discussing the book and what Jose has learned from it.  Jose agreed with me that Churchill must have been an absolute bear to live with.  His drinking habits and irascibility would have been a potent combination.

As our discussion wound down and Jose started to leave, I mentioned the famous Churchill anecdote about the stuffy society maven who berated Churchill for being drunk at her dinner party.  Jose had read the story and knew what I was referencing.  (Churchill told her he might indeed be drunk, but he'd be sober by morning and she'd still be ugly.)  We shared a polite laugh and Jose seemed to realize that he was engaging in actual college-student-type conversation. 

Admittedly I was somewhat dismayed over the fact that I'd remembered the drunk story rather than the "never give up" bit or something else which would have been much more appropriate for our situation.  Oh, well.

Jose left considerably less morose than he'd arrived and even appeared to be proud of himself.  And rightfully so.  I was proud of him, too.

After Jose, I had an appointment with Isabella.  She came rushing in, apologizing in her two-pack-a-day-phone-sex-voice for wearing shorts, but she'd been busy unloading a trailer full of bulls and she'd barely been able to make it to the appointment on time.

Isabella is a new case and so we started in on the state's newest prescribed bit of paperwork, a somewhat over-valued interview questionnaire.  We didn't even get through the first page.  The conversation took an unexpected turn when we discussed the motivation behind her methamphetamine use.

She's an introvert.

Isabella had never heard that term before.  All she knew was that her five seriously extroverted sisters and parents have always told her there was something really wrong with her.  One way she tried to fix herself was getting amped up on meth.

I explained the terms - the difference between extroverts and introverts.  We discussed how the extrovert draws energy from those around them, and the introvert replenishes energy by spending time alone.

She likes to read.  Check.
She likes living in the country all by herself.  Check.
She talks to the bulls when she needs to talk to someone.  Check.
She doesn't like having kids around.  Check.
She'd rather do the work herself, rather than having to supervise someone else.  Check.
She enjoys her family, but dreads the thought of all of them being in her house at once.  Check.
She's recently divorced.  Her husband left unexpectedly, when she didn't even realize there was anything wrong with the marriage.  Check.

Do you ever just sit in amazement contemplating how the universe throws the exact right person at you, who, at the exact right time, would benefit from your own exact experience?

I don't normally talk about myself with my people.  Not about my personal life or living arrangements.  It's not that it's a secret, it's just a professional choice.  We all live in the same small town.  They all know where I live, what I drive and what I like on my breakfast burritos.  They see me at ball games and in the convenience store.  But I try not to give them information about myself during our conversations.

Today was a little different.  I had the best time extolling the virtues of introversion for Isabella  Using my own experiences, I went through a laundry list of things she probably likes and dislikes, guessing correctly most of the time.  I told her how to enjoy dining out alone.  I talked about my awareness that as much as I love being alone, I need to make an effort at more human interaction and ways I am working on that.  Most of all, I told her she's not broken.  She's just different.

She ate it up.  And then volunteered to come to the drug/alcohol group therapy meeting.  That's like volunteering for foreign missions at the end of the revival service.  Which makes me the traveling evangelist.  Only without the traveling.  Or evangelicalism.  (Or the friggin' love offering!)

It made for a great afternoon and I'm really glad I've got at least three years before I have to decide what I should do with the rest of my life.  I want to leave while I still love this work.  I want to go somewhere else and be something else before I burn out, or age out, or get too complacent.  But this is the best damn job and I can't imagine what else could even come close.  

22 comments:

annie said...

I'm rooting for your people. And I'm rooting for you!

Unknown said...

You can write, so there's that. Books? Incredibly successful blog posts? Either way, that's a possibility.

But holy moses, are you helping people. You're doing something that matters, and you are apparently very, very good at it. Don't take that gift from the universe too quickly.

You're awesome.

spookyrach said...

Thanks, y'all. You make me smile.

Cyn Huddleston said...

I vote that you stay with it until it doesn't do you good. But right now, go get what you need done to do the second thing. As soon as you figure it. That way, jump. And whatever it is, they want you down here todo it. I love Jose Churchill.

spookyrach said...

That's sort of what I'm thinking Cyn. I figure I'm going to have to end up going back to school, one way or another. I just need some sort of flaming 4 foot letters on a wall that say "STUDY THIS". sheesh.

Monica said...

A wise person recently was telling me that she had lived her life by doing "the next right thing." (I liked it so much, we hired her!). So here's to finding your "next right thing."

And, I admit, I'm stuck on Isabella unloading bulls *in shorts* Really?

spookyrach said...

Oh, I like that Monica. Please ask her to figure out what my next right thing is and get back to me with it. I honestly am clueless.

I am usually the one with all the clues. Cluelessness is not my forte.

I should have been more clear: The shorts were the only bull-shit-free item she could grab out of the truck, throw on and still make it here on time. (I really like a good book-reading, bull wrangling person who knows how to keep an appointment.)

Monica said...

ooooh, ok. The shorts make sense now. I thought she had come straight from working cattle with no wardrobe change in order to be on time. Which would also be admirable, if stinky.

I will speak with wise person about your situation and get back to you. I think you have too many options and need to narrow it down.

spookyrach said...

REally? 'Cause I can't think of any other options. ha!

Monica said...

Hell yes! Let's see...writing, photography, some sort of counseling thing would use skills you already have even though you'd have to go to school to prove you have them, I'm sure Isabella could teach you about bull wrangling, you could be my long distance personal assistant. The list goes on and on!

spookyrach said...

Bull wrangling is a distinct possibility. Not loving the counseling idea. Hmm... I would would totally go for the personal assistant idea. Go ahead and put me in the budget at an exorbitant salary. I'd even pick up your dry cleaning and learn to make coffee.

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

This was so great! This is also why we cannot leave until we are down with it on our terms.

This is the best job in the whole wide world.

You did good.

spookyrach said...

Aw, shucks. ~scuffs toe in dirt~

Monica said...

We don't drink coffee; so you're well on your way. I, um, will have to consult the budget. I didn't really understand that you would expect to be *paid* for this new thing. Um.

(I figured counseling was pretty much what you already did, so it would be a logical step. I won't be offended if you don't like my idea, though.)

spookyrach said...

I do like the counseling part of it. With my current job, my people HAVE to listen to my 'suggestions'. And if they don't follow through on them, I can put them in jail. And if I get tired of their 'stuff' I can kick them out of my office. That's such a nice benefit. If I became a counselor, I think there is a lot of administrative junk I'd have to put up with if I worked for any sort of agency. If I worked for myself, I'd have to not toss all my paying clientele out on their collective ear...

Very glad to know coffee-making would not be required. (Now that you mention it, I think I knew that.) Surely, your presbytery would be willing to pay for my invaluable breakfast taco pick-up service and all-around comic relief. Don't they have some sort of line-item for ministerial aid...? :D

Anonymous said...

I have it. you could do a show like Texas County Reporter, only your could be "Traveling the cemeteries". Go to the cemeteries take photos and tell your great stories from the grave!......I would watch. CT

Sarah SSM said...

I think you've already found your vocation! I loved reading this. What a difference you make. I'd say, "Follow the joy." Maybe it will turn up in another spot just at the right time.

spookyrach said...

CT - That's a great idea! You're in charge of figuring out how I get paid for that!!

Sarah - Thank you! I really do enjoy what I do. And I hope to find that joy somewhere else for sure - when the time is right.

Unknown said...

I am always impressed with your tales of a really grown up job. If you are truly an evangelist you will see writing in the sky for whats next. Have you considered being a paid companion?












spookyrach said...

I am totally in favor of being a paid companion. I would rock that job! hahaha!

stinuksuk said...

What great work you do Spookyrach! You are blessing. And it is amazing how God brings to us that person at just the right with whom we share some of our wisdom in just the right situation. If Isabella reads tell her about Quiet by Susan Cain. It's all about introverts and functioning as introverts.
You can't retire yet! So many who yet need your help and direction.

spookyrach said...

Thanks, Saint! I may have to read that book myveryownself.