In an earlier post, I mentioned that I spoke with my boss about quitting (or rather, just not renewing my 2013-2014 contract) in order to do what I need to do, which is move closer to my family by this summer--the US summer. And that she suggested that I fill out my performance review (which, confusingly, is more about me reviewing my job, tasks, and company than the other way around), outlining my perfect scenario, and that she would try to get me there, instead of quitting.
Just after that meeting, I was dealing with my shoulder injury and she went away on a work trip, so I thought I'd give myself a few days and then tackle it with gusto. It is usually one of my favorite things to do: describe my dream life, and make a five year plan based on that. I have whole NOTEBOOKS full of plans and detailed, ideal lives for my alternate self.
But here it is, the night before she's back at work again, and I haven't done it. I've looked at the performance review template, and at my last review, but I haven't added much. Every time I try to think about it, my brain zones out and tries to avoid the subject. I'm really good at that.
My reaction is confusing to me. She's so great, and is so willing to help me. She's clear on what I want and is so happy to use her resources to do things for me. I've always told her what my end goal was--work for a specific company in the US, in a specific headquarters--and I've always thought that the road to fulfill that goal was quite straightforward and narrow. I've attempted to go down that road by applying for jobs there, just to be shot down before I even get started; I don't even qualify for an interview, so I thought that dream was impossible in the short-term. (I was always going to keep trying until I got a job there; I just thought it would take a decade rather than a few months...it's my (other)
dream job, y'all!). And here she is, suggesting a different way to get there in the long-term, and it has thrown me completely off course. My gut is telling me that she can't give me what I need, so why bother? But wouldn't it be a shame to not even try?
I'm afraid...
...her way would require me to keep living here. I am done with living in NZ, for more reasons than can fit in this post.
...her way would involve getting a PhD, something I'm adamant against for many well thought out, very good reasons.
...her way would be circuitous and take time and involve lots of effort doing things that I know I wouldn't enjoy (see above for examples).
...that despite her best offers to keep me, I will have to turn her down and quit, and she will be very, very disappointed or angry with me.
...that she'll help me, and it won't be enough, and I will have wasted her resources and efforts and connections, and I'll just end up quitting a six months from now rather than now.
...that what I want really is impossible for me to get.
Maybe that is why I've been putting off writing down what I want and submitting it to her.
Or maybe I'm afraid to ask because it may all come true, and I will have a chance at my dream, and I will still fail. Or hate it. Then what??
I don't know what the answer is here. I'm not afraid to dream of my ideal life. It's just that I've been wrong--very wrong--about what I have thought I needed and wanted before, only to stumble into something perfect for me, very accidentally. It's not that it was a total accident, I know--while there is no guarantee that planning will get exactly what you want, if you don't plan, you don't have any hope of getting it. You do have to be prepared when opportunity knocks. But maybe it isn't good to be so certain about how to get there or what it will look like. To be so clear on what I think I want, and how to get it...maybe that is actually blocking me from getting what I want.
Why is it so hard to ask for what you need and want?