Breaking the Rules
Raelyn Bradford was considered by her colleagues to be something of a goody-two-shoes. The worst thing Raelyn ever did was to get a speeding ticket. She kept all the rules and all the deadlines at work. One person told her that she needed, for her own good, to be more of a rebel and disregard the rules.
Raelyn knew otherwise. People may say they like rule-breakers as long as the rules being broken are not their own. People don’t like rulebreakers when they are the ones making the rules.
The rulemakers say that everyone must have a “career”. Well, Raelyn had a job that paid the bills and she was very good at it. Didn’t matter, though.
The rulemakers say that everyone must have the right education. Raelyn had put herself through school at night and got several degrees. Didn’t matter either. Her degrees were in the humanities, not business, not technology.
The rulemakers say that to be successful one must work sixteen hour days to make the money to buy the things that successful people have. Raelyn had enough, thank you very much, and happily worked an eight-hour day.
Raelyn heard the snickers when she said she liked to spend her time writing and making art. Or that her idea of fun was taking the train somewhere with camera and notebook in hand to gather inspiration.
She saw the looks of confusion and concern in the faces of people when she said was a blogger.
You see, writing and art-making and, above all, blogging were against the rules — unless, of course, you were a famous writer or artist — that was different, of course.
One day, a co-worker told Raelyn that she was “avocational” when Raelyn mentioned that she was a writer. Raelyn had to look that word up (because that’s what writers like to do). She read: “Avocation– Pertaining to a hobby or minor occupation.” Her co-worker thought her writing was a minor occupation. She was not surprised. It was the kind of remark to which she had grown accustomed.
But Raelyn felt compelled to looked up the word “vocation” which meant “a strong feeling of suitability for a particular career or occupation”. Her colleague thought that writing and arting was something minor. Raelyn, though, learned that day that her strong desire to write and make art was her vocation, her life’s dedication.
So, the next time someone suggested that she was a goodie-two-shoes, afraid-to-break-the-rules type of gal, Raelyn would smile and walk away from her desk at 5 pm with her notebook in hand.
She was beginning to like breaking the rules.
ljg (c) 2013