Back in the summer of 2008 I had an epiphany. A huge “ah ha” moment, if you will. The only downside to this was that the epiphany clearly let me know that I had no idea what to do with my life. I was considering what to do if I was going to be done with track and field and I came up with no real ideas. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Ok…you get the point. I was tempted to just be a housewife except I had no house and I wasn’t a wife. Slight problem.
In the end I decided to keep competing and I am happy with the choice I made. But that became an awakening call for me to begin to truly give thought and put effort into deciding what my next career could possibly be. It can be hard looking into the future when you are so focused on the present but before you know it, the future will be here and it will slap you in the face if you’re not ready. I want to start actively preparing for that. At the very least, I want to know what is supposed to go on a resume.
I signed up for this career-mentoring program through the USATF foundation that pairs athletes with successful professionals in all areas of business. Yesterday I drove up to Orange County to meet with a guy they thought would be a great fit for me, based on my interests (or basically, stuff I knew wouldn’t bore me or that I didn’t suck at). I didn’t really know what to expect from it, but it turned out to be a great experience. In that short amount of time I gained valuable knowledge and insight, as well as taking my first baby step into figuring out what the next me is going to look like. It was exciting stuff.
This is one of those relationships that right now has benefits flowing in only one direction. I’m over on my end trying to sop up as much as possible and all I can be is grateful that there are people out there willing to help and give of their time and knowledge so that one day I can make a successful transition to my next career. This guy is so big time in his world, but he still thinks it’s important to help guide me through my transition. I guess they call it paying it forward. Well…I won’t forget.