Insight found on stairwells.

I’m beginning to wonder how adults work full time year round. I feel like my soul is getting so dull by the mundane spinning wheel of work, eat, sleep, and repeat.  Today was particularly draining, with the rain serving as a sad backdrop to my fingers crunching information all day now that the infamous registration has rolled around.  As I was going upstairs to get a refill of caffeine (since hooking myself up with a straight IV of diet coke it isn’t an option), an older man stopped me saying, “You look like you’re having a bad day, want to tell me what’s wrong?”  Unaware that I was wearing my emotions on my sleeve, I would have normally just mustered up a smile, and answered a typical, “oh, I’m fine. Thank you though”. But for some reason, in the middle of the stairwell, to this man I had never had a real conversation with before, I said yes. I proceeded to have a conversation with him about my job anxieties for the future, and my uncertainty of what the world has in store for me after this last stretch of education. He proceeded to explain to me how he used to be extremely high up in the gasoline business, and travel around talking to different businesses and universities about how to be successful. He said that one day he just realized that everything he was speaking about didn’t even matter, because he wasn’t happy with the job he was in no matter how successful or economically stable it was, and so he took an extremely financial step down and started teaching and doing biblical research. Something he told me that really stuck was that you’ll never find that “dream job”, you just have to do something you like, and realize that you’re going to hit ruts where you don’t want to continue, but that if you can go to sleep at night knowing you’re doing the right thing, that’s the dream that will make you happy in the end. “I’m 63 years old, and sometimes I still wonder what I’m going to be when I grow up”, he said, chuckling at himself.  We talked some more, and he listened to my hopes and fears, while he graciously doled out his knowledge that I held on to like gold. I left extremely touched that someone who didn’t even know me provided me with such insight, and cared enough to stop me on that stairwell. Life is fun, isn’t it?

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