So here's the thing; sometimes what we think is best actually turns out to be worst.

I was cleaning out my filing cabinet a couple of weeks ago. I'm a shameless packrat and I. Keep. Everything.

For some reason, I think I need the slips of paper with disjointed thoughts and reminders scribbled on them just as much as I need old paycheck stubs and electric bills from too many years ago.

What I find when I get the bug to purge is always interesting. Sometimes amusing, sometimes sad but always interesting. It's like a short jaunt down memory lane, which is why I probably continue to keep stuff I don't need. I'm a sucker for nostalgia.

But I digress.

As I was purging the filing cabinet I came across a file of jobs past. There was a time in my life that,  in terms of gainful employment, was colorful at best. I went from one job to the next, performing as best I could but never really feeling like I was doing what I was meant to be doing.

I eagerly took a paralegal job that I thought was tailor made for me. That belief lasted less than three months, when it took an unsettling turn for the worse, and I ended up a once again unemployed single mom with a sporadic resume and a lack of focus.

That job ended badly and shook me up in a way that I'd not experienced before. I can still almost recite the conversation in which the attorney I worked for insisted I sign a new employment contract that would basically enforce the sentiment he'd expressed in conversation just the week before when he said  'You're on salary. This firm owns you'.

Long story short, I refused to sign. I was fired, though technically I resigned. It was a law firm, remember? All sorts of legalese and double talk means that both words are accurate.

I shredded everything from that file when I was purging the filing cabinet, except for two documents. I kept the infamous (unsigned) employment contract. I also kept the 'letter of recommendation' that the attorney promised to write and send. He promised it would be glowing; it was anything but, but at the same time complimentary. Legalese at its finest.

I kept those so that I can remember what I used to think I 'had' to do. I kept those so that when I feel like I can't write another profile, or sign another client, or draft anther magazine article, that I can indeed do all of those things for one simple reason.

Because I get to.

I get to take the clients I want. I get to take days off, like I did today,  to spend with my kids because I am a mom first. I get to work from home instead of from a cubicle. I get to determine my own schedule.

I get to.

I get to thanks to the worst boss who turned out to be the best boss, because he pushed me over the cliff and I landed where he never thought I would. On both feet, firmly planted, grateful to stretch and forever able to stand on my own.


I'm linking up today with Mama Kat's Losin It's Writer's Workshop, and my post was inspired by option number 2: what did you learn from your best boss?