I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a “jack of all trades.” I’m one of those people who’s pretty good at a lot of things, but I’ve never just hunkered down and become great at any one thing in particular. Over the last few months, I’ve added a few more things to my repertoire.
So today, while sprucing up a bathroom I painted to sounds courtesy of Simon & Garfunkel, I fixed a drawer that couldn't stay in its cabinet. I was really impressed with myself, and very thankful my parents had me help with things like that around the house.
Then, I thought about how awesome it will be to have my own home eventually, because I’ll be capable of doing so much myself.
And then, I thought about how, at this rate, it’ll be a million years before I even have my own home.
And then, I wondered why I hadn’t ever just decided to work really hard at one thing so I’d have been more successful by now.
And THEN I wondered what on earth it is I’m meant to do…
Should I go back to school? Should I have been a music teacher? Should I have been a professional musician? Am I supposed to keep working in music venues? Should I? Could I? Etc., blah blah blah?!?!!?
Insert mental spiral of 3.9 billion thoughts and questions about my place in this world and what I am meant to dooooo… HERE.
Suddenly, in mid tub-scrub, this thought stopped the frantic spiral abruptly:
You were created to love people, be joyful, and make people happy.