The Right Fit

I didn’t get the job. They said I wasn’t the right fit.

I wondered, “What is the right fit?” And do I want to be a part of it?

So I searched within myself and looked around at everyone else to see what they had found. I found it hard to make sense of becoming something I’m not. I knew this because I had already tried. And tried. And tried. A lot.

So I thought about giving up. Giving in. The operative word being “thought.” I realized to never try, I’d never know, and that wasted time was for naught.

I shed that skin and pressed on for a brighter tomorrow. Spent all my cash chasing a dream, as there was none left to borrow.

I kept going toward a horizon that had many more clouds than sun, I found an abundance of light and that victory would be won.

I believed in my heart that I was right. I was fortunate that others told me to carry on and keep going.

I could have kept doubting myself when I knew I was right, but my intuition led me to greater hope and knowing.

My day was coming.

I learned that I didn’t want to fit in. I’d survive “by any means.” I’d always keep my eyes on the prize, my faith on the rise, and my ear to the streets.

I didn’t yet know exactly where the end of my journey would lie. I wanted to carve my own path.

Then maybe the world around me wouldn’t seem so strange. That world would fit around me. The pieces I would arrange.

I found as I kept going that fitting in was never the thing for me. It never felt right. I saw others go that direction and observed their plight.

How do you really know anything in life unless you give it a shot? Desire, belief in self, and a willingness to dare is sometimes all we got.

I learned that fear, as John Mayer once said, “is a friend who’s misunderstood.” But I’d give all I had to conquer those demons, if I could.

I discovered that risk is the best card to play and a necessary one at that. That any strategy must employ risk, otherwise it will fall flat.

Our perception of our threshold for risk must elevate way beyond what we thought was possible. So that the impossible no longer is unattainable. A measured life of good and happiness is obtainable and sustainable.

Fear can cripple you or it can drive you to change your life. The former will maim you, it isn’t worth the strife.

Risk involves facing our fears with a fistful of steel and smashing it to the ground. And realizing how much opportunity surrounds us and abounds.

I may look like the guy who fits in, but look a little closer; look past my exterior and smile. Take the time to see into my heart, to observe my style.

See my dreams. Look into my hazel eyes. Here are my shoes, try them on for size.

See the fire that burns for lifting up others and elevating their spirits. See what I can really offer, it may not be what it appears, but it’s only a way of saying, I’m not the guy on the job description.

I’m the guy with a new prescription.

I’m grinding but seeing the big picture. I’ll fight for my future and never be a fixture of another man’s plot to get what is his. I’ve seen that story unfold; I know what it is.

I know who I am and what I want to affect. I’m not your ideal employee; perhaps I have a defect.

Or perhaps I don’t, maybe the problem is you. Your focus is on the old when it should be on the new.

What you’ll find here is someone who was never going to be what you wanted me to be. Maybe I wasted your time. Maybe you realized that the “right fit” only exists in your mind.

You weren’t good enough for me anyway, I can see that is clear. I’m strong enough and smart enough, I’ve put you in my rear — View to know that the past is gone, and what lies ahead is an open landscape, one I’m willing to tread.

I’ll never mold to your own version of what’s right. Life is too short; I’ve got words to write — Places to go and people to see, one chance to live and be the real me.

Maybe you’re crazy. Maybe I am.

But I’ll never give in just to fit in. Rather, I’ll raise the game. I could have played the part, but the song would remain the same.

I’ll finish this rhyme with three words instead of two; those who conform always fit in.

Originals never do.

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