As a young, floundering man, seeking his way in a world with no rudder to guide him and no one to really help steer that aimless vessel, I took a phone book, opened it, and made a call to an outfit which called itself a “career counseling agency”.
I didn’t know what that meant. I knew this much – I’d left college, been cut off from ever re-entering by my parents, didn’t have enough of my own resources to do it without their help, and stared down the barrel of a long string of minimum-wage jobs. I was confident I’d made the right decision getting out of the pursuit of medicine (don’t even go there), but I didn’t know where I did want to go. I felt time was on my side – I was young and able to do some things with my life yet, given enough direction. But I didn’t have anyone to help me identify the sort of calling I should answer, the sort of thing I might succeed in.
When I placed this phone call, I got about a fifteen minute, eye-opening, life lesson in the sort of person I am. I had no idea “career counselor” could be “life changer” in so short a period of time. It would have cost me a lot more than I had at the time to pursuit it further, but God knows I wish I’d done it.
The guy I spoke to asked me a simple question, listened to my answer, prompted me once or twice, and then spit back to me something so mind-numbing it left me shaking and near tears with gratitude.
He asked me, “What kinds of things do you like to do?” And when I told him what my hobbies and passions were, he gave me a suggestion. In a few short minutes, a man I’d never met face to face actually had a suggestion for me that could’ve, had I had the brains to see it then, changed my life for the better.
Well … I’d like to think so anyway. Still, it was something. And if I’d be able to cough up the dough they wanted, and gotten the more comprehensive and deeper analysis, I sit up nights now wondering where I’d be. If I’d be anywhere different at all. If my destiny could have been altered enough by a single sitting to make a difference in a life now left in tatters and ruins.
Who knows? A lot has changed in the twenty-plus years since I made that phone call. And my interests? Well, they’re sort of the same, but they’ve broadened some, deepened some, and I don’t know if those changes would alter the end of the journey, the destination. That journey’s not over yet, but I no longer have the young man’s mind, time and energy, or freedom to pursue the things which float through my spheres.
How about you? Do you feel you’re doing what you’re called to do? Are you fulfilled in your career, or are you financing your passion with it? If you needed to take just one step differently in the when of your life to make the now what you want, are you able to identify it?
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