I shifted in my seat, looked down at my paper, “My greater purpose is” …my mind felt blank. Greater purpose? Maybe I’m defective. I don’t think I have one.
I’m lucky to work for an organization that values professional development. This particular day was part of an 11 week group leadership course our team was participating in. The kind instructor was guiding us to find our greater purpose and how it related to our jobs. Which sounds very romantic but I was the lowest person on the totem pole, the only admin and my purpose on our team seemed to be to do the stuff that nobody else wanted to do.
Weeks earlier we had all done a personality test to find our strengths. Mine was RESPONSIBILITY and at the time I couldn’t have had a more appropriate and more soul crushing result. At the deep part of my core lies a part that always feels responsible for everything. You know when natural disasters hit? I feel horrible for having not somehow done something to prepare the people. When people talk about things going wrong in their lives, my heart pounds, “how could I have let this happen?” Responsibility is generally a positive thing, but it can also be a heavy burden to carry. My boss saw the results of our strength finder test and wholeheartedly agreed. He said that was one of the things they love about me. They always know when there is a problem, I’ll stand up and take it on to make sure things get resolved.
I stared down at the paper in front of me. “My greater purpose is to be responsi — ” My stomach clenched. I couldn’t even write it down. I don’t want to be responsible for everything.
As the weeks wore on in the training, the instructor guided us through classes to find this deeper purpose. Many stories were shared, tears shed. Our sessions were always highly emotional. People talked about their jobs and how it related to their greater purpose. We would go around the circle talking about the other people in the group and how important they are. I remember once my boss said something about I was “The foundation of the group. The glue that holds us all together.” And with tears filled eyes everybody stood up and applauded. I cried too but all I could think of was how I don’t want to be the glue. I don’t want that to be my purpose! The glue who holds people together? The dirt that catches the garbage. I wanted to scream, “No! I don’t want to be that!!!”
The last day of our group exercise we were supposed to give a presentation on our greater purpose. The night before I slapped together a poster with words of affirmation because it was all I could think of. The entire session didn’t seem to relate to me at all and I was resentful for that. I got to class early and begged the instructor not to make me present. I was crying so hard I could barely talk. “I. DON’T. HAVE. A. GREATER. PURPOSE. HERE. I’M. JUST. AN. ADMIN!!!” I choked out through my sobs. He hugged me and told me he wouldn’t require me to present but since it was awkward when everybody else was doing it, I quickly stood up, read my self affirmation words, and sat back down.
As a followup to the class we had a one-on-one session with the instructor who was going to guide us through a goal setting exercise. I wrote down a few. I don’t even remember what they were. He came into the room, gave me a hug, and pushed my notebook aside. As we started talking through goals I kept saying, “But I’m just a…”
He took a deep breath and told me that in all of his other one-on-ones my name came up. Everybody talked about how they couldn’t do their jobs without me. He even pointed out that I orchestrated this whole huge training unlike any other professional he’s ever seen. “Out of this whole group, Cass, you really are the one that everybody relies on.”
I looked at my hands in my lap and whispered, “But I don’t want to be.”
And that was the purest truth. Finally, it felt like we had hit a spot that no therapist had been able to find. All these years of my life I’ve been serving and being responsible for others. I’m good at it…but it’s not my greater purpose. I don’t want it to be. Always putting yourself before others is a dangerous precedence to set for yourself and it’s especially dangerous when it becomes a part of who you are. When you accept just being the one who is responsible for everything nobody else wants to be responsible for, it holds you back. Or at least it did for me.
The instructor hugged me again and said that he had two goals for me. Number one, was to start standing up for myself and putting myself into bigger roles. He said, “You can handle it. I have seen your work. The reason why people trust you to take on so much is because you do good work.”
The second goal was to stop saying, “I’m just-a…” about everything.
After having it brought to my attention, I realized how much I used “Justa” as a mask. Not only does it hold me back, it gives me an out to not be my best self. Somebody would say, “Wow, you’re really good at [fill in the blank]” I’d chuckle and say, “Oh no, I’m just-a…”
The more I was aware of this, the more I realized that it is really an excuse not to strive to do bigger things, to be better. Taking a step, and *gulp* admitting you’re good at something is an unbelievable risk. Saying, “I’m just a…” give you an out if something goes wrong. Saying, “Yes! I can handle this!” is taking on the responsibility for something going well.
The theme for me the past couple of years has been getting rid of “justa” from my language. I don’t have to admit to being good or capable of everything but I have to find different words to describe myself, “What you’re asking me to do is above my title but I feel like I could handle it.” OR “I’ve never done anything like that but I’m willing to try.” OR “I will need help and/or training for that.” OR “No thank you, I’m not interested.”
It’s incredibly empowering (and scary) to identify a piece of yourself and try to slay your inner demons. I’ve been imagining JUSTA as a dragon and every time I stand up with different words, I’m dealing a blow to my JUSTA dragon.