Do you ever have moments when the spectacular breaks through your mundane? Moments when you think, how'd I get HERE? What on earth did I do right, to get to experience THIS? It's just too good. Someone pinch me!
I work at a pretty well-known place. The kind of place that makes people say, "Wow! Really?" when you tell them the name. But as with anything that's day-to-day in your life, it becomes blah. Yeah, I work here. It's not that special. It's like any other place. The same stuff happens here as in any other job. We've got memos, policies, slackers, departments that are nightmares to work with, annoying people, etc. We've also got great people, dynamic change and pride.
There's a pretty famous route to get around this place. It's a walkway that connects a bunch of buildings and it's always full of people. It's the way to get anywhere around here. I travel this path a couple times a week if I'm lucky and busy. When I'm there, I'm head down thinking work thoughts and preparing for the meeting I'm headed to. Worker bee mode. Getting work done.
The thing is, people travel to see this walk. It's always full of people and wide-eyed foreign travelers. It spans a couple fancy lobbies, passing architecturally significant details and marble floors. It's the hub of this entire place, but to me it's a means to get where I'm going. It's just a path through the same old places.
There have been times when I'm walking alone along this route and something catches my eye. I look up. I notice the green courtyard, I look directly up and see the spectacular rotunda, I notice people taking pictures, I see a parade of people in white lab coats... and it hits me. I work here. HERE! My pace slows, I take a good look around, I notice the marble, the door knobs, the everything. I take a deep breath and soak in the wonder. I can't hold in the smile. The worker bee in me is gone and I'm just so thankful that I have this gift of a job.
So, maybe you don't know what I mean. I know it's rare for people to love their work and feel completed by it. But I hope for you that you do have moments in other parts of your life when something in your mundane strikes you as incredible. Maybe it's when your children teach each other, when you finish that lace project, when you're skiing/fishing/hiking, or when you cook something really divine.
One without wonder
Will not see It.
While the eyes of grateful
Will reflect It.
Haven Trevino
3 comments:
I see you having your Mary Tyler Moore moment in the rotunda. You want to toss up your beret, but the tourists might point and shoot their cameras at the crazy workerbee. Then you'd be all over the internet and people would really know how great it is to work there and they'd all be vying for a spot in the administration.
I try to stop and smell the proverbial roses on my way home from work. Again, it's the means-to-an-end commute in a tug-of-war with the I-live-here small daily occurring miracle which will never be won as long as traffic on 93S continues to stink as it always does. But it is nice to look out at the hahhbahh sometimes and send my mind a postcard, "I'm glad you're here."
I loved this...I feel the same way sometimes when I walk there too!
I've never written it down to tell the world but ... but I know exactly what you mean. (especially since I work in the same place on the other side of the rotunda, LOL.) Every once in awhile something triggers the feeling I got the very 1st time my DH brought me here while we were dating to show me where he worked. He had worked here for 36 years and smiled when I told him how amazed I was to even be standing in this place. Now I work here. Life is good!
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