I don’t know about you, friend, but I never figured out the answer to that question.
It makes me even wonder if this question has any validity.
As Americans, we change jobs a lot.
It’s been rumored that we often experience seven careers in a lifetime–but that’s just a wild rumor according to this article.
I started out, briefly, in adolescence, working at my dad’s drugstore as a clerk. Followed by an internship as a reporter at a daily newspaper. Succeeded by a stint working as a secretary for a psychologist (I wanted to BE the psychologist but, alas, that did not happen–so far–in this lifetime.)
The next job: Personnel/Public Relations Assistant at a hospital. Followed by: Business Manager at the aforementioned hospital. Followed by: News Director at a Radio Station. (OK, this only happened for four months before we escaped from Texas. Click on this link if you’ve forgotten that exciting story.)
Next job: volunteering at a local food co-op in exchange for food on Thursday afternoon’s while raising babies. Oh, and I shouldn’t forget volunteering as a teacher’s aide at our local school in the ’80’s. I negotiated, six months pregnant and car-less, begging for a ride home from one of the teachers at noon. They were delighted with the free labor.
Then came the “real” career. I ran for office in our little township, attempting to be elected as township treasurer. Defeated a fellow married to a local woman, heaven knows how. Maybe because folks knew me because of my husband’s weekly columns in our local newspaper.
Mostly chose this job because I a) loved numbers with a strange passion, b) loved the jigsaw puzzle way numbers fit together and c) loved staying at home with my babies.
When aforementioned babies started school a miracle occurred. One of my friends quit her job as financial person for the tiny two-room school (where I once volunteered in exchange for rides home) and I was hired!
Now you may think that spending 30 years as township treasurer and 25 years as Business Manager at the school sounds like what one “wants to do when one grows up”.
I think not.
These are ways I earned money and matured out in the world. But my “true” job has been growing up spiritually. It pays, but in different ways than a bi-weekly paycheck. It means more than a retirement income. (And I’m nowhere near ready to retire from this “job”. I think it’s a lifetime endeavor!)
What did you want to be when you grew up? And what do you feel has been your true life calling if different from how you earn your dollars?
Thanks to Dana at Zona Pellucida for inspiring this post!