From New Kids On The Block fangirl to credit union love bug
Now seems an appropriate time to talk about love.
The many, many levels of love.
Now I won’t go into all of the mushy detailed aspects that come from the heart, but I am going to share with you how I fell in love with my job.
It’s funny how love changes as you grow.
When I was 10 love meant fangirling in front of the television while MTV played “Please Don’t Go Girl” by New Kids On The Block.
I’m still a little jaded that Joey McIntyre didn’t respond to my shrieks of adoration.
You tell me not to go and I stay, and you ignore me.
So confusing Joey!
As I became a teenager, love was meeting my boyfriend in the hallway between high school classes and sneaking a kiss before next period.
Much to the dismay of my parental figures, I ended up in the office a few times for that display.
I argued that “Hugs Not Drugs” was my mission, but alas they did not buy what I was selling.
As I graduated and stepped into adult life with my ankle rolled jeans and flannel shirt, I realized that love was much bigger than anything I had thought before.
It was time for me to love myself, first.
This would be the running theme for several years after.
Then I met my husband and all of that was out the window.
The tweaks and efforts in changing to what people wanted to see became a faint memory as this man loved me for exactly who and what I was.
My mom still tells me to this day that I could pierce everything and color my hair puke green and the man would smile and say, “That’s my girl”.
How comforting to know that someone could love me that much.
How comforting to know that I loved him back the same.
Take that Joey McIntyre!
What does this all have to do with falling in love with my job?
Once I realized that there were different facets of love and different ways to show it, I started to intertwine that with what I wanted to do with my life.
Early on I thought my destiny was working with children and having children.
I was dead set on the fact.
After a few years in the school district, I realized that I wanted something different.
Fast forward a few years and I ended up in the financial world.
A credit union led me to want to work for one.
The kindness of their process and the acceptance of who I was made me want to be that for others.
Do you see and hear the love in that sentence?
I felt accepted.
I felt heard.
I felt appreciated.
I felt important.
I felt loved.
It was then that I realized shoving what I thought I should be into the preexisting mold was NOT loving myself.
I made the switch to working at a credit union and it was much like a cartoon character getting a kiss for the first time and having those wavy stars and hearts above their head.
WHO I am fit perfectly with who the credit union family is.
I fell in love.
It was a love that I had never felt before.
A love for my profession.
Because of that love I have excelled.
I have shared the love, spoken about the love, and continued to love.
That has led me to the whimsical world of LOVING my job.
When passion and purpose collide, you do see hearts.
You see yours and how it benefits the movement.
You see how who you are fits exactly into what the CU philosophies state.
Who you are and what you do become an intertwined love affair that can truly move mountains.
Do you love your job?
Do you want to learn another position to see if that is your epic love story?
Find the path that will lead you to loving your profession and RUN towards the heart.
I did and I’m a better person for it.
Hope you’re ‘Hangin’ Tough’ Joey.
You lost me, baby.