Topic: Minimalist

A few months ago, I posted this on my personal Facebook page:

"We can't beat ourselves up for the mistakes we made in the past, only allow them to power us to make better choices in the future. Love yourself ♥"

Soon after, this email bubbled up in my inbox:

"Good Morning Lindsay, love your quote today and I live too much in the past and trying to move forward but can't find a way to love me. How do you ...

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My Dad ("Papa Herbivore" as he's known on this blog) sent me two quotes he thought would make great topics for Minimalist Monday. He sends me quotes every day, but sometimes he'll look for themed ones :)

The first:

"Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough."— Charles Dudley Warner

I've written about letting go and self forgiveness (we are not the worst things we've done) and removing toxic people and unhealthy ...

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I guess this is"the end" — the final chapter (parttrois!) in my Minimalist Monday mini series. I hadn't set out to create this three-part series about career change but it happened organically and I love that. 

First I wrote:

MM: How to Get What You Want (and My Battle with Depression)

Which Led to: 

MM: How to Figure Out What You Want (+ My Big Confession. Light Does Come Out of Darkness)

After that post aired ...

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This is part 2 in a three part series. part 1, part 3

After my last MM post, How to Get What You Want (& My Battle With Depression), I noticed several people left comments on the blog and Facebook regarding step #1. Specifically, they couldn't figure out what it was they wanted. I also received about a dozen emails asking for help with #1, so I thought this Minimalist Monday I'd talk about that.

First let me say, I know exactly how you feel. EXACTLY. I must have spent $100 on books that allegedly help you figure out what career/job is best for you and will make you happy and fulfilled. They were all wrong. They kept telling me to be a lawyer!

Honestly, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I knew (or more accurately, finally accepted) that I didn't like being a lawyer — and while facing that truth was freeing, it was overwhelming and scary too. I had absolutely no idea what it was I really wanted to do.

What was going to make me happy?

I'd also been so unhappy for so long that I could barely remember the last time I was happy. Every memory was fuzzy and vague. What did I like doing? It was like I'd lost myself.

Here's part of the story I left out last week:

I was sexually harassed at work at my sixth and last lawyer job. I reported it to HR and, amazingly,the company I worked for started experiencing financial troubles and had to lay me off immediately about a week later. The situation was just grey enough under the law that I didn't have a great case against my former employers and after some soul searching, decided I didn't want to continue to relive the nightmare for the next 18 months with a lawsuit.

At the same time, Scott's work was also experiencing financial difficulties and after several of his coworkers had been laid off (the same week I was), we knew he was next.

It was a dark, dark time. We couldn't pay our rent. I couldn't afford to pay for the car I'd just bought to take me to and from the job I had just lost. The economy was in the crapper and no one was hiring. Meanwhile, I was facing the hard reality that I didn't even want to be a lawyer — but I was drowning in all those limitations I mentioned last week. Plus, it's just all kinds of depressing to realize you didn't get the great job you had on merit and skill (because you were smart and worked hard to prove yourself), but because your boss wanted to sleep with you.

We ended up moving out of our apartment, selling the car to Carmax and moving across the country into an apartment that was the size of my previous closet. (And so my minimalist journey began, even if I didn't know it then).

Scott's friend helped him get a job, but he took a huge pay cut and I was meanwhile unemployed. I tried to apply to law jobs, but because I had not yet taken and passed the bar exam in that state, no one was interested. In a way, I was relieved. I didn't want to be a lawyer.

I started applying to non-law jobs. Anything that sounded interesting, I applied to. I also applied to jobs that matched skills/jobs I had in my pre-law life. For example, I'd once worked as a secretary, so I applied to secretary jobs.

Everyone turned me away as "overqualified," and that depressed me further. I then tried to leave my law degree and legal career off my resume, but that left a big fat gap of several years which made me even less desirable as a candidate. It all felt so hopeless.

I decided to sit for the bar exam. I didn't feel like I had another choice...

Then something interesting happened. I took the bar. I walked out of there knowing I passed and also knowing that never wanted to work as a lawyer again.

I told my husband this.

"So what are you going to do?" he said.

We both knew I needed to earn an income. We couldn't survive without it. We had already diminished all our savings while I was unemployed and we were racking up credit card debt just to get by like crazy.

"I don't know," I said. I really didn't. I had no idea what I wanted to do. What would make me happy.

But I knew one thing. I knew I didn't want to be a lawyer. And sometimes knowing what you don't want to do is very telling. It was my first step.

I realized, at the core, I'd gone to law school because I wanted to help people. In the end, I never really felt like I accomplished that as a lawyer — but I feel that every day with Happy Herbivore. Perhaps that is why I have so much joy and satisfaction with what I do now.

I don't love it every minute of every day. I have bad days, but overall,I love what I do.

For me, the realization was a strange chain of events.

At the time this was happening, I had been blogging for a little more than two years. Happy Herbivore had a nice size readership, but she was still very small.

Yet I came to realize I was my happiest when I was blogging — or more specifically, writing (I'd always loved writing) and cooking. I knew I couldn't get a job as a writer or a chef, but I thought maybe, someday, I could turn it into a career.

My resolve? I took little part-time jobs to pay the bills while I could work on the things I did enjoy. I worked like a mad person — 70 to 80 hours a week. I put all my heart and soul in Happy Herbivore and explored every opportunity when I wasn't working at my part-time jobs.

Eventually, I met my now publisher, wrote my first book and, as they say, the rest is history.

Of course, getting a book deal was a tiny, tiny step — I've done more work than I ever thought possible to get where I am today. (As I learned the hard way, getting a book deal doesn't solve anything and mean you're "all set." It wasn't the finish line — I couldn't kick back and relax and ride the wave. I had to still create the wave. And the wind. And the ocean! Now don't get me wrong, being an author is wonderful, but it's not as glamorous as I had once imagined. It's a lot of hard work. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, (oh the tears!) and challenges of the soul, and for very little money... but I don't do it for the money! I do it for the passion and because it brings me to closer to my bliss).

My point is, I eventually found my way and where I wanted to go.

Through all the tumbles, stumbles and falls I've realized what I wanted to do (write more books) and what I don't want to do (namely, I have no real desire to have a TV show ...

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This is the first post in a three post series. Read part 2, part 3.

Before I was a minimalist (and especially before I had Happy Herbivore), I was very unhappy. I spent hours crying and sobbing about how miserable I was with my life. There was plenty of good in my life. Plenty to be thankful for — but there was so much that was making me so unhappy that I couldn't see past it. The storm clouds were ...

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