The word “choice” has come up a lot lately in podcasts, books and thoughts. As I ponder the word, it occured to me. Choices are chances and chances are choices. I can choose choices instead of the latest offer or certainty. Nowhere is this more obvious than in my choice to work for a certain local coffee company as a Store Manager.
A few years prior to finding myself in this role I came to the conclusion that I wanted to be a manager or leader who helped employees be better employees. This applied whether they worked for me or moved on and worked for someone else. I’ve always worked with teenagers or college-aged people, so I knew they would move on to other jobs and careers. I wanted them to be successful.
I help them be better employees through helping them understand their benefits, paystubs or tax forms. I emphasize the importance of understanding their role and the responsibilities of an employee. I believe in thorough & relevant training. I believe knowledge gives them power.
I was unemployed going on 4 months when I applied for a barista job, knowing I’d be eligible for health benefits. At my interview and upon hearing my goal of developing employee training programs, I was told I was overqualified and should be in the Store Manager training program. After a couple more interviews, I was offered the job. I said yes. To the paycheck and what I believed to be a temporary situation.
I expected to move past the Store Manager role quickly and was constantly disappointed that I didn’t. Now I see that I chose the same thing, every day, instead of choosing choice. I operated in a constant state of disappointment; content with the consistency of that state rather than choosing anything else.
As I reflect, I recognize judgement, guilt and shame. For a long time I was disgusted by my cowardice in choosing disappointment and unhappiness over uncertainty. I was a bad person who made a bad choice. I was stupid. Naive. I should have known better. I could have made better choices. I wasn’t brave enough. I wasn’t smart enough.
Time has expanded or stretched the gradient through which I reflect on this experience. Time has also stretched the gradient through which I judge my choice. I reflect on this experience with compassion. Instead of beating myself up for what I didn’t know, I am more accepting that I didn’t know what I couldn’t know. I was expecting my choice to be enough.
But when are we ever enough? (When you find out, let me know) Today I see that choosing choice isn’t redundant nor is choice something to fear. The thought of choice still makes me anxious, but I now have greater awareness. With compassion, I say to myself, “I accept that I made the best choice with the information I had.”