Unit 6B - Beginning Anew
When you find yourself tied down to doing a job that just isn't you, it is easy to wish to be able to start off along a completely new path. Unfortunately, this is often easier said than done, the path stony and difficult to follow. For Muriel Whetstone, however, it turned out to be a journey well worth the effort.
Beginning Anew
Muriel L. Whetstone
I dreaded Sundays. I began living for the weekend at 8:30 Monday mornings. I felt bitter towards my boss. The thought of answering other people's telephones, typing other people's work and watching other people take credit for my ideas and opinions would throw me into week-long bouts of depression. I hated my job. I hated my life. I hated myself for not having the courage to change either one.
When most of my friends were planning college schedules and partying into the night, I was changing dirty diapers and walking the floor with a crying baby. At 19 years old I was the mother of two, and a pitifully young wife. Everything I did for years, every decision I made, was done with my family in mind.
And then I turned 29, and 30 was only a breath away. How long could I live like this? Certainly not until I retired. I began to feel that if I didn't do something soon, something quickly, I would die of unhappiness. I decided to follow my childhood dream: I was going to get my undergraduate degree and become a full-time journalist.
I quit my job on one of my good days, a Friday. Almost at once I was filled with anxiety. What would I tell my husband and what would be his reaction? How would we pay our bills? I must be crazy, I thought. I was too old to begin again. I prayed, Lord, what have I done? I wondered if I was experiencing some sort of early mid-life crisis. Perhaps if I crawled back to my boss on my hands and knees and pleaded temporary madness, he'd give me my job back. I spent that entire weekend in the eye of an emotional storm.
But while I was feeling uneasy about the bridge I'd just crossed, I also began to feel a renewed sense of hopefulness about the possibilities on the other side. I had had a long love affair with the written word that was separate and apart from any of my roles. What we shared was personal: It belonged to me and would always be mine despite anything going on outside of me. I wasn't quite sure what my journey would involve, but I was positive who would be at the other end. I steeled myself to travel the road that would lead me to a better understanding of who I was and of what I wanted out of life. I shared my mixed feelings with my husband. He was as worried as I was, but he was also warmly supportive. And so I stepped off the bridge and onto the path, nervous but determined. I soon discovered that I loved to learn and that my mind soaked up knowledge at every opportunity. My decision at those times felt right. But sometimes, after realizing what was expected of me, I would be weighed down by self-doubt and uncertainty.
I was older than a few of my instructors and nearly all of my classmates. I felt like an outsider practically that entire first semester. Finally I met a group of older female students who were, like me, making a fresh start. We began to share our experiences of returning to school, dealing with husbands, lovers, children and bills that had to be paid. Over time we have become sisters, supporting ourselves by encouraging and supporting one another.
I eventually had to seek employment to help with expenses. In fact, I've had more jobs in the couple of years than I care to count. Many times I've had to stir a pot with one hand while holding a book with the other. More than a few times I've nearly broken under the pressure. I've shed tears on the bad days, but smiles are plentiful on the good ones.
However, I would not take back one tear or change one thing about the last couple of years. It hasn't been a snap: From the beginning I knew it would not be. And it's not so much the results of the action that have reshaped me (although that's important, too) as it is the realization that I have within myself what it takes to do what I set out to do. I feel more in control these days and less like a flag on a breezy day, blowing this way or that depending on the wind.
I no longer dread Sundays, and Wednesdays are just as pleasant as Fridays. Now I get credit for my ideas, and my opinions are sought after. I love my new career. I love my life again. And I can clearly see a new woman waiting patiently just a little way down the road, waiting for me to reach her.
重新启动是一个引用翻译 。
当你发现自己被锁在一份你不想做的工作里时,希望你重新打开一条新路线很简单。不幸的是,这很容易说,新道路常常充满坑洞和障碍。然而,对于穆丽尔·韦德斯通来说,这条通往生命的道路是值得的。
重新开始
韦斯通 穆里尔·L
我曾经惧怕星期天。从星期一上午8时30分开始,我期待着周末到来。 我痛恨我的老板。每次我考虑回电话打字时当我看到别人利用我的想法和观点时, 我不知道我想做什么。这是一个疲惫的一周。我痛恨我的工作。我痛恨我的生活。我鄙视自己没有改变职业的毅力我缺乏改变人生的勇气
因为大多数同龄人 都在决定是否上大学欢聚至深更半夜时，我却在换脏尿布，他带着一个哭泣的孩子在家中走来走去。才19岁，我已经是两个孩子的母亲了一个可怜的小媳妇。这么多年了,我从不理会我做什么 和如何做决定我需要考虑我的家人
一晃我就29岁了，距离30只差一步我还能继续这样下去多久?我退休后当然不会我开始觉得，如果我不开始 影响很快,马上行动的话，我就会苦闷而死。我决定追求我的童年志向: 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去上大学, 我要去做一个全职的记者。
我有一个美好的一天 在我的生活。一个星期五，辞去了工作。立刻,我的心就充满了恐惧我怎么跟丈夫说呢？他会怎么反应呢？在家里,我们怎么付账单?我真是疯了，我心想。我已经不再年轻，没法从头开始了。我祈祷着，天哪，我都做了些什么呀？我想我正在经历一场早期的中小危机如果我回到我的雇主的膝盖上他要求他原谅我 那时我疯了。或许他会让我复职。我整个周末都很紧张
然而，正当我对刚刚跨过一条改变生命的桥梁感到极为不安的时候,我也开始希望能重回往日另一边很可能会等着我长久以来，我与我生命中的人没有任何关系我和案文之间有一种不可言喻的一致看法:它是我的。并将永远是我的，无论地球其他地方发生什么我不知道我的冒险会怎么样但现在我已经走到尽头了 我对自己有信心我坚定地走下去，这条路线能帮助我更好地了解我自己改善你对人生目的的理解我向丈夫坦白了 我有一个复杂的心态他和我一样担忧，但它也热情地支持我。于是我走下桥来，踏上征途，紧张但却坚定。我很快发现，我热爱学习，利用一切机会获取信息。那时我才意识到 我做了正确的选择但有时，每当你意识到别人对你的期望因为我的自我怀疑和担心未来, 我将再次感到沉重。
我比一个老师还大几乎和同班所有孩子加起来一样大上学期快结束了我觉得完全不合适最后,我遇到了几个年长的女士。他们,像我一样,正在恢复他们的生活。我们开始谈论 我们的返校经验。我一直在考虑 如何与我的配偶和男朋友共存怎么带孩子，如何处理需要支付的各种法案,等等。随着时间的推移，我们成了姐妹，通过相互鼓励，由于相互支持,你们获得了勇气和信心。
我最终得找份工作养家糊口事实上，在那两年里，我付出了很多努力我甚至不想去想我自己我以前要从头做饭一手拿着书看。体重过重几乎总是让我心碎在一个糟糕的一天,我哭哭啼啼地哭泣。在好日子,虽然,我有 很多笑。
然而，我不因流泪而后悔，它也不想改变近年来发生的情况。这些年来一直具有挑战性:我知道从一开始就很难做到。此外，带我重获重生这不是你们所欲实现的结果,也不是你们所欲实现的结果。相反,他们知道自己有能力实现自己选择的目标。今天,我觉得我更有能力控制我自己的命运。不再如风中的旗帜，随风飘荡。
我不再惧怕星期天，星期三和星期五一样愉快现在我出了主意，都是我的错,这是我的观点别人认真聆听。我的新工作棒极了我又开始享受我的生活了我清楚地看到，在不远的前方，一位新来的女人 急切地等着我抱她
参考资料：
- https://www.wendangwang.com/doc/90e6cf6db40654adf7dd5c70/48