My Vanilla Phobia


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I had an unexpectedly great talk last night with a co-worker. We were just supposed to meet to go over some documents, but we ended up having a great meal, tasty drinks, and a delicious conversation about love, life, work, career, and the funny vending machine by the lobby where you could buy a Bentley or a quarter-million dollar condo (you’ve got to love South Beach).

Main topic of the night ended up being the settling, or what I like to call the insipid life. I realized a while ago that this was one of my biggest fears: living vanilla, being numb, not really feeling much, not caring one way or the other, and so on.

About five years ago I made the incredibly difficult decision to leave a very tasteless situation. By now I would’ve had ten years in a great, global company with amazing benefits and a sure
climb up the corporate ladder. By now I would’ve been married living in my colorful house with a cute pet and a lovely rose garden. And by now, I would certainly be waking up in the middle of night wondering where I went wrong and how could I be so unhappy in such a seemingly perfect life?

I admit I didn’t really have much of a plan when I left it all behind, and don’t quite recommend everyone goes through such an abrupt change, but the risk paid off!

I just wanted to feel again.

Whether it was anger, lust, ecstasy – I just wanted to feel something.

And so I took a giant leap of faith with the thorough understanding that although I wasn’t sure what I wanted or what was even right for me, the present was not ideal and needed to be
changed. It took me a few years to make that choice, but I finally did.

Five years ago life wasn’t bad; it was okay. Life wa
s routine, the future was certain, and I was everything everyone expected. Actually, I just realized that I was also incredibly BORED.

My father told me not too long ago that he was surprised, slightly disappointed, and rather scared when I showed up to his place with all my stuff packed in my car, unemployed and with no where to go. Today he believes it to be one of the bravest things he’s ever seen anyone do and is very proud of me. I’m proud of me too!

Last night I was reminiscing a bit about this experience with my co-worker, and we realized that most of our friends and family have really just embraced the vanilla, and do a very good job at convincing themselves that this is just the way life is. They preach about relationships being hard and how you should really work at them. They say that you’re supposed to hate your job, that’s why it’s called work. They say that life isn’t a fairytale and that we should be happy with what we’ve got because it could always be much worse!

I rather think not.

I rather th
ink life is wonderful and an ongoing adventure. I rather think I’ll meet someone that’ll share in my happiness, grow along with me, and learn from each other’s bliss. I understand relationships require compromise, but they shouldn’t be an arduous chore. I rather think I’ll wake up every day excited to begin work and that this work will be positive and will somehow make this world a little better. I rather think that constant flux is a blessing and not something we should fear. And I truly, certainly want to look back at my life five years from now and be even prouder of whom I am and the wonderful legacy I am leaving behind.

Saturday I received this from a dear friend:

...if one advances confidently in the direction of [her] dreams, and endeavors to live the life [she] has imagined, [she] will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.... - Henry David Thoreau, WALDEN
I couldn’t agree more.

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