It started with me getting pregnant.
And it ended with me losing the baby.
What happened in between was the weird part. When I found out that I was pregnant, it wasn't particularly remarkable. I just couldn't care less. Then when I gave birth to the baby, I was lending it out to people- like it wasn't anything precious. I was handing it to people I didn't even know, or at least people I couldn't recognize or remember at the time. After a while, I lost the baby. I just couldn't remember whom I've given it to. Then, I woke up.
It was my dream last Thursday night.
Upon waking up, I already had an interpretation of the dream. I immediately came up with the conclusion that I'm giving something of high value to just anyone. I was giving away my time to people who don't matter. I was giving away my time to things that aren't important- like I was taking it for granted. I was shortsighted.
Now let me tell you about my work. I am originally in business development and sales - which I find fulfilling most of the time. But since the company is still relatively small, I am also in accounts, marketing, etc., I get to be berated for things that are oftentimes out of my control. It's similar across industries - according to different business blogs and satirical comics I've been following. You apologize for things that wasn't even your fault in the first place. But you try to solve it anyway because you genuinely care for the business and the clients. You get all worked up trying to solve things- only to realize that your actions are just band-aid solutions. You have to dig deeper, and you need more power to be able to implement the grassroots solutions.
Sadly, you don't have that kind of influence.
You try to suggest anyway.
But your voice gets lost in the voicemail.
That's when it gets clear, you're wasting your time.
Perhaps, it's time I give up this accounts job completely until further notice. I'd rather focus my resources on things that I can influence directly. Otherwise, I'll be having a "lost baby" once again (and I'll hate myself for it.)
It seems that the patriarchal society is deeply ingrained in my unconscious that I equate motherhood/baby to something very precious. I wonder if guys would ever have a similar metaphor.