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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

day two -- scattered stones


December 2, 2008


I have a friend, for anonymity’s sake, let’s call her Maryann. Maryann is an accomplished CPA in her late thirties. Her undergrad major was accounting – and I would imagine her GPA was competitive. During college, she did an internship at a small competitive firm doing accounting work. Every subsequent job post college has taken her higher up the chain of accounting. She worked diligently to pass the CPA exam and accrue the necessary hours as quick as possible. If professional experiences were stones – Maryann would have a very large pile of them all embossed clearly with word accounting on them.


I on the other hand, have a varied collection of stones with many different words written on them. Some have the word theology faintly written while others have the words professional ministry bolded in all caps. There are some written in Spanish and others still in Chinese characters, Sanskrit and Swahili. Some have been finger-painted by kindergarteners while some have been tagged by at-risk teens. There is a small pile of contemporary history I keep near the back. There are a few that are total randos – including grant-writing, mentoring college students, family systems, working as a barista, ESL teacher, non-profit work, homelessness, Latin American studies, writer, mosaic maker and minor artist.


My scattered stones for the most part feel like a hill of beans compared to Maryann’s deep and rich bucket. What is a scattered stone type like me to do when at a professional crossroads? And let’s face it, this is not the first of such life-crisisses I have faced – by my count it is officially number three. Some might say two, while others could make a fair case for life crisis number four. While there is something quasi romantic about the prospect of once again reinventing myself I can’t help but feel jealous of Maryann’s clear path afforded by her uniform pile. I am tired of zigzagging. Why, when the proverbial cards were dealt was I stuck with tortured soul, underachiever and wanderer? Just for a few rounds I would like over-achiever, driven and motivated.

2 comments:

daisiesnfreckles said...

Alas, if the stones were colors, Maryann would be living a life of "blah"...monotony...dullness. Your life, on the other hand, has been sprinkled with the wonderful vibrancy of various colors, each lending its own unique quality and "feeling" to your canvas...a depth that monotony can NEVER even dare DREAM to achieve. When it's time to meet your Creator, you'll look back on your (or rather, HIS) masterpiece and marvel that you didn't see it for what it was then (or rather, now), and you'll cry happy tears at the beauty you'll see there. Don't sell your "stones" short, Jen. Whether you feel it or not, your life has great meaning and impact, and you positively influence those who are lucky enough to glimpse it.

Just thought you ought to know. =)

I love you, chica, and I fondly remember the time in my life that included you.

Liz Miller (Dohse)
daisiesnfreckles@hotmail.com

Ryan said...

Nothing wrong about changing directions or trying new things. You dont have to settle on anything till your fourty, so continue to go for the experience and for what you love and want to try.