I received a promise from a man I believe to be inspired that my chosen vocation will be revealed to me and it will bring me great joy. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve already found my chosen vocation. I wonder if I’ll realize—like Anne Shirley and Dorothy Gale—that everything I’m looking for is everything I already have. Other times I wonder if I’ll stumble upon it like a new product at the grocery store. After a few weeks I’ll be asking myself how I could have possibly lived my life without Mr. Clean Magic Erasers all these years.
I have a confession to make: I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved the career I’ve chosen for myself. I think I’m good at it. I find fulfillment in it. But I’m not certain that it’s what I’ll always do. Tagg asks me what I’d like to do instead. My answer is always the same: I don’t know.
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