It’s Father’s Day and my dad was a D-. He did tell me one thing that has been marvelous. He said, study what you love. This is the opposite of my mother, who told me many times, get a real job. I decided to pay attention to dad. Over the years, I’ve wondered why I worked the jobs I chose. I think it’s because I had gifts that I could share.
One job I admire is garbage collector, a skill set filled with bravado. I’m a super sniffer so that job would kill me. My ex-cheerleader knees would yell at me, and I dislike the sun. In my twenties, I ran a cash register all day and liked it, and I enjoyed substitute teaching for middle schoolers, despite their angst. My friend is a personal trainer, and that one would be impossible for me. Any job with physicality would knock me out, although I do like physical movement with my fingers as I write or play piano.
Therapist? How wonderful they are to listen and help solve personal problems. Lawyer? Read the law rules for research. Politics? Get bashed and keep your head up. Nope, couldn’t do any of those jobs.
I worked in a snack bar and was a flight attendant because I was good with calm in response to demanding people. I teach music because I love all the notes, whether they are right or wrong. I directed twenty musicals because I love choir singing but hate to make children stand still to sing. I do psychic readings because I can see through walls and time travel to the future.
Please, each of you, pat yourself on the back. Intuitively you know what you can do, and that you can do it. You have found your niche, and happiness should come from the fact that you are able to do a job that many other people can’t. This is marvelous. Give yourself a prize.
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