New year. New you.
Perhaps you’re cleansing (shout out to Roo’s partner-in-crime Wine with Kristen who usually drinks Grüner Veltliner not wheatgrass.) Maybe you’ve committed to an exercise regime or just gotten yourself committed to in-house rehab. It’s possible that you’re going to “eat less” or “cook at home more” or “spend more time with the kids” or “put the toilet seat down.” These are all admirable things. Just things.
Roo has taken on some exciting new adventures for 2013. You can read lots and lots of Roo on EDGE Media Network, where I’ve accepted the position of National Style & Travel Editor. Or you can read my Broadway (and beyond) rants and raves on Passport Magazine’s Broadway Blog where I am also serving as editor. I mention neither of these things to toot my proverbial horn. Just the opposite.
Last week I sent an email sharing these developments with my contact list of approximately 250 industry professionals. Guess how many bounced back with “So and so is no longer with so and so?”
50. That’s 20 percent for those of you who don’t like math. One out of five. And that doesn’t include the people who told me they had found a new job or just plain up quit.
Life moves. Shit happens. We are not our successes or our failures. Steven Pressfield shares so brilliantly in “The War of Art”…
“We may take pride in our work, we may stay late and come in on weekends, but we recognize that we are not our job descriptions. The amateur, on the other hand, overidentifies with his avocation, his artistic aspiration. He defines himself by it. He is a musician, a painter, a playwright. Resistance loves this. Resistance knows that the amateur composer will never write his symphony because he is overly invested in its success and overly terrified of its failure. The amateur takes it so seriously it paralyzes him.”
The job, the relationship, the bank account. These things will play out. How you perceive them? Well, that’s up to you.