Persist (Part 1)

There was a young woman who was finishing out the best year of her life.

She had gotten married that summer to the young man of her dreams - a man who loved her, celebrated her, made her laugh, understood and enjoyed her quirks and balanced her out.  Their wedding had been a fairy tale - even a frog made an appearance near the fountain late in the night, seemingly waiting for its kiss.

Her friends and family were supportive, caring, and fun. The hoopla surrounding the wedding proved to her time and time again how creative and lovable this bunch of people was!  Both sides of the family came together like puzzle pieces, and friends became family, and family became friends.

She was loving her job right now. A perfect mix of organization, problem solving, high standards, and the medical field, it played to all her strengths. The path here had been anything but conventional, yet it was working out better than she could believe.

What could be better?

~*~

But while this was the best year of her life, it was less so for that young man.  

Yes, he had amazingly supportive family and friends. And he too was loved by someone who celebrated him, made him laugh, understood and enjoyed his quirks and balanced him out.  Their wedding, traditionally much more involved for the woman than the man, had been a joint effort - the best pieces of both of them.  Her organization, his sentimentality, her vision, his creativity. It had some of the most perfect days of his life.

But for him, the enjoyment stopped there. Work, where we spend so much of our time and energy, which we allow so deep into our spirit, was not, to say the least, a place where he was thriving. Something that he had once been passionate about, that had challenged him, that had been a great fit for him was no longer that perfect job. A move within the field that had been designed to give him a boost of energy, to revive that drive and creativity and joy, failed.  He was at a crossroads - happy in so many aspects of his life, yet miserable in this one area. He knew work was work and shouldn't be so important - but it was. And it was spreading into other areas, making him irritable and grouchy when he should be happy and content.

What could be worse?

. . . to be continued