Within about a month, I had left my full-time job of over 2 years and married my boyfriend of 4 years. That’s some big change back-to-back. Both were excellent decisions, for different reasons; and yet the former, as it happened first, brought much unanticipated identity issues.
In the month after leaving my job and before marrying the man of my dreams, I met many people who would love to ask, “So what do you do?” … … … Crickets. How to answer? Hmm, I can tell you what I used to do… Oh you mean, what do I do now? Well, that’s a great question. I got some pretty funny looks in response to being currently unemployed and having no plan (other than to plan a wedding and spend the rest of forever with Richard). It was becoming almost hilarious how often the question was posed, seemingly more often than before this life change. It felt like I was moving backwards, back to the insecure college grad who had no idea what life had in store or where to start. Just waiting for a move of God to put me in the right place, steer me in the right direction. This idea that what I do (for a job) determines my identity, I couldn’t shake. In fact, it was shaking me.
It’s true that when we work 40+ hours a week at a job, that tends to be the thing with which we most identify. I was a Digital Media Coordinator. That was what I did more than anything else – what I was – and so, it must have been who I was as well… If suddenly 40+ hours a week were spent working as an extra on a TV show because I had the free time, going out for coffee with friends, sleeping in, running, dancing, planning, reading, sunbathing; what could I then say I do; who could I say I was?
Upon returning from our amazing Jamaican honeymoon (thank you, in-laws!), it wasn’t back to life as usual. Everything was different. Home, roommate, income, schedule. I had gained a part-time job before the wedding, but my coworkers were gone and off the radar for two weeks, and I sank into a pity-party slump. When anyone else would have been at the pool, working on art, or just reveling in all this free time…. it was a good day for me if I showered and got dressed. The highlight of my day was what I would try to make for dinner, and if you know me well, that’s just funny. I struggled with feeling like a failure, a loser, a waste of space. My hot husband was getting up and going to work each day to provide for our little family; meanwhile, I couldn’t get an additional job to save my life, and I gave up on the creative cooking thing one week into marriage (sorry, Husband). It probably goes without saying, but money was tight. And I love to worry.
But, as usual, in times of crisis, Richard was my anchor. I couldn’t have asked for a more supportive partner. He loves me well anyway, but he has a way of loving me even better when I can’t love myself. My eyes are welling up just thinking about it. I am someone who prides herself in being able to do it all – and on my own. The thing is: I can’t. I never admit that until I hit the ground, but Richard is always there to pick me up and help brush off my knees.
When I can’t figure out what I’m supposed to be doing with my life, when I can’t figure out who I am, my Creator chases me down and reminds me. And because I’m so stubborn and clueless, He likes to get creative with me. So clever. I don’t know why I felt peace about leaving my job and then struggled with being jobless, but I do know He is using this time to remind me I am His. The picture of marriage as Christ and His Church may not have been as real to me in the beginning of my own marriage without this healthy dependence on my husband that I felt. Not necessarily in a, “I’m your wife, and I need you,” kind of way, but in a, “You’re my partner in life, and you make it more beautiful,” kind of way. Through Richard’s encouragement, I felt loved by the Father. Richard never pressured me or made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough; instead he listened to me, gave me room to go through it, and was there for me every step of the way.
So yeah… What do I do? I live, learn, and love. I’m a wife. I’m a dancer. I’m a production coordinator – part-time. 🙂 Some days I change diapers, some days I teach dance, other days I just watch movies. Each day looks different from the one before it, and I’m learning to be okay with that. Eventually, I will look back on this season of life and be even more thankful for it than I am today, because I will see clearly all that God was doing in me and in my marriage, and I will know exactly who I am.