identity

Identity theft is one of the most widely committed crimes in the world.

How do we define our own identity?

We are all born into different cultures, families and values. Later on we go to college, get a job, some of us get married and we put on new identities related to education, work title, social status. At least, that’s what I did. The man I married was the father of my children and the owner of the company I worked for. We ended up divorcing and a few years later, it became impossible for me to keep my job. So I sort of lost my identity twice within a three years period.

After the divorce, I had the opportunity and freedom to become who I wished to be. I decided to take the chance to remodel my identity and use my experiences to build something new. I made up my mind to move from the city I had lived in the past 20 years and challenge myself to learn new things, meet new people. I also wanted to put space between me and the (place I called) home we had built together and where his new wife had moved in. The day I packed my last box at work, he asked me if I wouldn’t consider staying. Stupid me thought that he was telling me that I was an asset to the company and that he still needed my skills. I was flattered, I felt important and I decided to stay.
I shouldn’t have.

Life went on, sweet and sour like it often is. They say there are no happy divorces and ours was no exception but somehow I thought we would stay friends (enough). Most hurtful was losing the dream of a family, my fantasies about grandchildren visiting and sleeping in their parents’ old rooms, the places we would travel with them. Another sad consequence of the breakup was losing people I thought of as friends who stopped talking to me because I was no longer “someone’s wife”. But all in all, I was happy to have a good job, a cozy apartment, enough nice persons to call friends and a wonderful, caring new companion.

But then came next “separation”. To be honest, I felt it coming. Attitudes, atmosphere, rumors, a lot of changes and then the crack, a nasty argument and I was out of my working place in one day – after 23 years. When you don’t get it the first time, life makes sure you understand it with a clear, new message: it was time for me to move on.

I knew that losing a job is never easy and can cause more distress than just a shrinking income but I had never experienced it personally. It took me a few weeks to understand it was over, like for real. And that I was not on holidays.
At first, I was relieved, I would never again have to face the hatred of the man I (will always) share parenthood of my children with. But, shortly after, I started waking up in the mornings with anxiety attacks. There I was, fifty years old, having worked all my life in the family business, doing my share to make it grow (from thirty-five employees when I started to almost six hundred when I left) and now I would have to find out what to do instead. Being out of work was a terrible feeling, in certain ways I lost my grounding, my footing, my definition. It gave me a sense of insecurity and made me question my place in this world.

‘Who was I? Where was I going? What was I good at? Who did I want to be? What would I do next? What would I do tomorrow morning at 8:00? Would I get up? Would I stay in bed?’ I had not lost a job; I had also lost a big part of who I was.

I felt angry, hurt, panicked, rejected, and scared. I had to use all my experience of coaching other people to remember what I preach, “We are what we think”. If we belittle our achievements and sense of worth with thoughts like “I am too old, I will never find a better job” or “What do I have to offer?” then we prevent ourselves from moving forward. I had to reroute my thoughts and focus on “What’s in this challenge for me?”, “How do I want to start the next chapter of my life?”.

I also tried to remember that many, if not most, successful people have experienced major failures in their careers and turned those failures around by learning from the experience, and trying again. To create the new me, I sat down (or went for long walks) and wandered through some major soul-searching to discover what I truly like doing most. Because, after all, I know we become very good at doing what we love. I wrote my résumé ten times before recognizing the person in it. Trying to define who I was in a CV made me understand how much I valued being the boss of me. More and more often I woke up thinking what a great opportunity it was to make a change, to do something different.  Not necessarily better, but different, something that can inspire me to move forward, maybe a small business, a new education, or stay-at-home-for-a-while-and-write-my-book dream.

There were many things I did to take control of the situation and maintain my spirits:

• I kept a regular daily routine with a “start” and an “end”.
• I took care of myself with better food and more exercise, a sweaty walk in the woods is a powerful mood and energy booster.
• I got plenty of sleep.
• I prioritized my yoga practice.
• I took the opportunity to rethink my career goals and rediscover what would truly make me happy.
• I walked with my kind neighbor (and her sweet dog) and talked to her about what I was going through. I didn’t want her to offer solutions, just be a good listener. The simple act of sharing made me feel better.
• I wrote about my feelings, expressing everything as they felt.
• I stopped beating myself up or criticizing or blaming myself for not leaving the first time I had the chance to.
• I listed my positives, focused on the things I can control and looked for the silver lining. What could I learn from the experience?

Our jobs are much more than just the way we make a living. They influence how we see ourselves, as well as the way others see us. Our jobs give us structure, purpose, and meaning. That’s why job loss and unemployment is one of the most stressful things one can experience. I am so grateful to have friends and family who helped me remember I was more than my old life, more than my old job. I am also grateful for this experience, it will help me understand (and help) my clients if they ever end up in between jobs. And I am mostly grateful for the opportunity to try new things, like running my own little business.

And I will keep in mind that, if something doesn’t work out, there will be other ways.

“Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance.
Some will get angry when the rhythm changes. But life is changing all the time.”
~ Miguel Angel Ruiz