Creative Thinking

I was on a two day training programme on creative thinking last week. With not much expectations and the worry that I would have to wake up earlier than usual I was rather reticent of the entire schedule. I walk into the training and am greeted by three other people. I knew two of them since they are from my office and one other person who is from another organisation. After the hellos and fake hugs we were worried how the two days would pass given such a low turnout to the training.

The instructor walked in and creative juices began to flow in the conversation. Suddenly, I realised the language and choice of words can make the most mundane thing sound attractive. I was getting into the spell bit by bit. From one commercial to another and one ice breaking exercise to creativity guaging tests I was beginning to enjoy it thoroughly.

Do these things help in selling something that I have been for so many years? I don't know. It may be easy to assimilate something new but it is really difficult to unlearn a pattern. Does it matter? It doesn't. Simply put the training programme continued to thrust in me the thoughts that have been there for long. I am tired of doing the same things for so many years and it is about time I either learn to do my job differently or look for a different job.

While it is really great to be an achiever in whatever one does, that is what is tying me down. Often enough I wonder how it would be if I explore a completely new domain and the dollars suddenly begin to shrink. With barely any savings, it is tough to just decide to let go of things. I know I should have saved some for rainy days but I haven't and with every subsequent increase in the package I have managed to find the venue to spend it too. So, while I am contemplating a huge shift in focus I do not know which way to head. Does this sound familiar?

By the time the training session was over I had thought of multiple career options and nothing seemed to excite much given the parameters I was rating each against. So, pretty much I welcomed the weekend with a depressed heart and wondering what I really want. In two day, the attempt was to be with people and escaping the thought that had been pounding all along. Escaping it for sometime does not help in reality but it does offer some relief.

I am even unable to point my finger to any or many reasons why I am so much in need of change but there is no right answer. Maybe I should go back to India, maybe move further to Australia or maybe New York is the place to be.....but the eternal question still lulls, what do I want to do?