Reclaiming Control

Amy McMillen

• Publisher: New Degree Press
• Year: 2020
• ISBN:
  9781641376372
• Edition: 1
• Topic: Personal Development
• Subtopic: Self Improvement

Amy McMillen spent her entire life doing what she thought she was supposed to do. As someone from a low-income background, she thought her path to success was set: work really hard to get into a good college to get a high paying job. That is, until she quit everything and spent a year doing nothing across three continents.

In Reclaiming Control: Looking Inward to Recalibrate Your Life, Amy chronicles her journey of uncovering ingrained beliefs around prestige, perfection, and success. Balancing raw, personal narrative with research from psychologists and insights from experts, these stories provide a space to deconstruct and reconstruct identity and self-worth. Here is your opportunity to explore healing from burnout in a culture of constant hustle and productivity.

Consider this book an official permission slip to question external constructs, let go of expectations, and begin to trust yourselves. With a foundation of awareness around thoughts and emotions, you can take active steps to reclaim control.

Part 1

Chapter 1

Plastic Ponies

con·trol /kənˈtrōl/ noun. the power to influence or direct people’s behavior or the course of events.

–the Oxford English Dictionary

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath as you find a comfortable seated position.” I listen to these words while crossing the street, navigating masses of people and honking cars as I make my daily commute across Manhattan.

As I walk, I follow along with the breathing exercises and observe my thoughts: Is everyone else with headphones on listening to music or podcasts? Wow, I love that coat. I hate when random droplets fall on my head and it’s not raining. Oops, I’m supposed to be focused on my breath.

After the ten-minute meditation ends, I switch to a playlist called “Awake,” which is filled with motivating songs to start my day. The second of the five songs in this playlist is “Rise Up” by Andra Day. The first line includes a phrase about how you’re tired of living life on a merry-go-round. Andra then goes on to tell me to walk it out. My steps gain more energy as she says to rise up “unafraid” and to rise up “a thousand times again.”

I haven’t quite listened to this song a thousand times, but I do listen to it almost every single day I walk to my office. I repeat my meditation and music routine each morning for twenty minutes, right from when I take the elevator seventeen stories down from my Times Square apartment to when I take the elevator twenty-two floors up to my office in Midtown East. I find that I am always much more clear-headed when I take the time to breathe, observe my thoughts, and consciously get ready for the day ahead of me.

Today, June 28, however, is different. I put in my headphones and start to observe my thoughts quietly, knowing this is the last time I’m going to make this walk. Listening to Andra Day’s opening line makes one persistent image come to me: living life on a merry-go-round, going up and down, ’round and ’round every single day. It wasn’t necessarily the city, or my job, or any of my other circumstances. I had “made it” to the Big Apple, living a dream life, yet I felt exactly that: I was stuck in a dream life, and that dream was not mine. It was like I was sleepwalking, going through the motions, nodding yes to the rat race, feeling helpless to my own dreams of what I would do one day.

The merry-go-round image is persistent in my mind and brings me back to the moments that led me to this day.

***

Four months earlier, I had sat by the carousel in Central Park, watching plastic ponies with fixed smiles go up and down, ’round and ’round. I was on a long, meandering walk home from East Harlem, where I spent every Saturday morning mentoring high school students. In a group consisting of a mix of twenty mentors and mentees total, we started each session by gathering in a circle and going around answering the question of the week. That particular day, the question was, “What’s a difficult decision you had to make recently?” Lauren, a high school sophomore, answered that she went to sleep instead of staying up late to write her paper. Sahil, a fellow mentor, answered that he had to choose between staying at his job or taking a new offer. When it came to me, I answered that I decided to use my vacation days to go to Costa Rica in April for myself instead of going to visit family in California later for July 4. With almost all of my fellow mentors working in the corporate world, they nodded in understanding and mentioned how precious vacation days were always tricky to prioritize.

I didn’t think too much of it as we started the session’s activities, but my mind wandered back to this decision as I sat on the bench in the crisp air, watching the same horse go around and around. I felt selfish for choosing to go to Costa Rica over spending more time with my family, even though I knew that I wouldn’t regret it. I figured I could afford to spend a long weekend with my family still, so it wouldn’t be too much of an issue. I had had my eye on taking a two-week permaculture design class in Costa Rica for ages, and it was finally happening. Little did I know that this decision would spark a series of decisions that would rapidly change the course of my future and that I would get more family time in July alone than I had in the past five years combined.

The night before I flew to Costa Rica, I flew back to New York from a twelve-hour interview with a venture capital firm in North Carolina. Since knowing I wanted to make a change from my current job situation, I was exploring possible next steps and spent the weeks leading up to it practicing start-up valuation and financial projections. Three days after I stepped foot onto Rancho Mastatal in the middle of the jungle, I knew I would be quitting my current job to take a long break. For how long or to do what, I had no idea, but it was the first time, possibly ever, that I was taking full control of my life.

***

Smiling to myself, I take the elevator up twenty-two stories for the last time.

When I get to the office, someone makes a passing comment about how “Amy is quitting to go on an Eat Pray Love journey to find herself.” I just laugh, responding with how I am excited to take a break and travel for a bit.

What I don’t tell her is that I am not taking a short-term journey to find myself; I decided to take a life-long journey to create myself. To contemplate, design, experiment, and build the person I want to become—day by day, decision by decision. After a whirlwind of being told what to do and an entire lifetime of being on a hamster wheel, I needed concentrated time for freedom and creativity. To recalibrate, to be still, and rise up with a clear heart and mind.

So, yes, I quit my job. I have zero plans for what I’m doing. If you ask, I’ll only tell you that I’m going to spend some time traveling with my family. Because truth be told, that’s all I know right now. Don’t worry, I am not here to tell you to quit your job and travel the world. In fact, I’d highly advise against it (at least for now).

I recognize my immense privilege to be in a situation that allows me to do what I’m doing without being completely irresponsible. I have zero debt, no family to provide for, and saved a decent amount of money from a relatively high salary.

I also recognize that I’m taking an internal journey, not an external one. I don’t simply want to switch jobs, move cities, or find new friends. At my goodbye party, a friend asked where my head was when I made this decision. I told her, “It’s as if I was sleepwalking, and I finally woke myself up.” This is partly true—only after I quit my job did I realize that I had been preparing for this for years, which is evident from the reactions of close friends and family. It seemed as if this decision came as a surprise to almost no one except myself. “Oh, Amy’s quitting her job? Classic Amy.” Or, “Finally! I can’t believe you even lasted that long.”

***

To reclaim something means that It was previously yours, and then somehow It wasn’t anymore. And now you’re obtaining the return of It. Maybe It got lost or stolen, or maybe you gave It away or sold It. Whatever happened, It is not in your hands anymore.

Sometimes, It is that shirt you thought you had lost, but then you discover your sister wearing it years later. Or perhaps It is a piece of jewelry you had to sell years ago but then happen upon in a pawn shop. Other times, It is indigenous land that was stolen, a lush forest that was burned down, or basic human rights.

In this book, It is your time, attention, emotions, thoughts, and agency. It is control.

Our world is defined by control. Throughout history, wars, bloodshed, sweat, and tears have been created because of power and influence. Control has many levels—personal, familial, communal, systemic, societal, technological. There’s physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual control as well. Most of the time, these levels of control are so deeply intertwined within one another that we can’t tell the difference anymore.

Take a simple example of the seemingly personal decision of what you want to eat for dinner. If you choose chicken alfredo, do you know why you made that decision? What factors are at play? Perhaps you grew up eating chicken alfredo every Sunday evening, or you saw an ad online for an Italian restaurant, or you’re cutting down on red meat, or you opened your pantry and saw that you have pasta and white sauce that you need to eat before it expires. You get the point. You had control over some of those factors, but not all of them. Despite all those conscious or unconscious inputs, you still hav...

Table of contents

• Introduction
• Part 1
• Part 2
• Final Thoughts
• Acknowledgments
• Appendix