How many dream jobs can one little girl get?
Ohhh, I was ambitious. I also certainly failed to understand the idea of opportunity costs, which would come much later in a college economics class (or when I cut that trip to San Francisco short to make it to show choir…) In my limitless and timeless imagination, I wanted to be:
And a doctor…
All while running the country and, one or two days a week, the McDonald’s drive-thru.
Eventually, I understood that my career ambitions may have been slightly skewed. After all, the sheer amount of time in school it would take to become a lawyer and a doctor would pretty much mean I’d have no time to really practice either discipline. Oh, and forget dancing – not only did I miss that boat big time to start with, but there’s no way the prima ballerina can plie across the stage at 37 after many nights spent hunched over books or making residency rounds.
I also got my fast-food fix out of my system pretty quickly, even if it was at Burger King instead of McDonald’s.
Now, President is still an option…#Trenton2024
Bigger, bolder dream jobs
There’s one other time in your life, besides early childhood, when choosing your career adventure is the equivalent of throwing a ton of words up on a whiteboard and picking your favorite:
While my career goals were slightly more reasonable (and major-specific) in my early 20s, I still had a hard time narrowing them down. I wanted to be an actress, or a writer, and at one point I went between teaching and the Foreign Service. I even got as far as taking the Foreign Service Exam and sort of talking to one teacher about an education major.
By this time I started to get understandably upset at my inability to make a decision. I wished to become one of those people who came out of the womb knowing what they wanted to do and lived their entire lives in preparation for that moment, like the sorority sister who stayed steady in a pre-law program and refused to drink underage in case it came out in her bar review. (Spoiler alert: it worked.)
Dream job turns to calling
Today, I still want to be a writer. And hey look, I’m sort of doing exactly that!
My other dream job, though, isn’t really a dream at all – it’s a calling. I’ve talked a lot about the discernment process and how I’ve been processing my call to pastoral ministry, and in yesterday’s post I went into a lot more detail about one of my specific visions for that calling. I’ll admit, I’m feeling shaken up even with this and even knowing that God is pulling me in this direction. There is a lot of turmoil going on in my church and a great divide in Christianity as a whole as far as what constitutes Biblical obedience – even, perhaps, whether doctrinal obedience may be more important to the political body of the Church.
That said, this path actually allows me to take a little bit out of every dream job I’ve had and incorporate them into a mega-dream job:
- The law and politics side of me gets to engage with the Church body about the issues facing our denomination and its adherents
- The service-oriented sliver of my soul gets to live in constant service to those in the Church’s care
- The teacher in me gets to share the Word of God with eager (and not-so-eager) souls to help them find meaning
- The actress in me gets to perform through sermon and maybe even some song
- The writer in me gets to write, write, write – sermons, exegeses, devotionals and reflections. And I can even keep my blog!
Sorry guys, still no dancing. This is as athletic as it gets:
Let me know in the comments – what’s your dream job?