November 1, 2003. Today I was told I was chosen as one of the lucky few to be given a commission in the Air Force. Being selected was a beautiful thing. However, in the several months it took for the military to finally make their decision, my career had started to take a very postive turn at my company. I had develped a very good rapport with some of the influencial higher-ups, and they had taken a liking to me. My line of business executive, was making it quite clear to me that she felt I was a worthwhile associate, and she saw great things for me. Promotions and titles were being discussed, and timeframes were even being given. I had also acquired a sort of mentor in another line of business executive who was very generous with his advice to me on how to move up and what I needed to do. So now, here I was, strategically placed within the company, and being offered a position with the Air Force. The Air Force offerred me more money and stability, but I had been with my company for five and a half years. I had an established reputation, and what looked to me like the possibility of great things in an upper management position.
There were worse postions to be in in life, I am sure. And there are those out there who would love to be offered a shot at ONE great thing, let alone two. But be that as it may, I was still torn. Maybe it's the female in me, but I crave security and comfort. I have never been a fan of change and have never taken too many chances. But after hashing and rehashing with everyone who would listen to my plight, I finally spoke to my sister in law, Michelle (in the above picture with my brother Chuck). Michelle is probably the most well rounded, intelligent, sophisticated woman I have ever met. Her opinion means a tremendous amount to me. While she didn't tell me which decision to make, she made me see things for what they were, and help clear away the cobwebs that were clouding my judgement. I made the decision to go back into the Air Force as an Officer. Hooo Ya.
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