“What’s your dream job?”
I realized yesterday morning that I may not actually know the answer to this question.
I may never have.
All growing up I had interests, hobbies, passions – most of which were sports-related – but never once was I sure of what I wanted to do with my life. And throughout my life I’ve been inundated, like most of my millennial generation, with the idea that we can be whoever we want to be and do anything we want to do. That all sounds nice and good. But what if we don’t know who we want to be or what we want to do?
Thankfully, by the grace of God, I’ve realized over the years who I want to be – a faithful follower of Jesus, a devoted and loving husband and father, a great friend and son; slow, patient, kind and caring, wise, gracious and compassionate, courageous, strong but humble, forgiving and content.
But that hasn’t necessarily gotten me that much closer to answering the “what do you want to do with your life” question.
I’ve said before that I know who I want to be; I just don’t know what I want to do. It’s a debilitating thing sometimes, desiring so strongly to have those things match up. It’s especially difficult and frustrating when doors that you think will lead you to that end are closed in your face time and time again. Where is the solace and consolation in that? How is that getting me any closer to answering the question?
I want to slam my computer shut or throw my phone when I see articles about chasing your dreams or how to prepare yourself for that perfect position. Give me a break. Am I the only one who’s tired of it?
Maybe it’s okay to not know. Maybe I just want it to be okay so I can feel okay.
Can just being a good dad and husband and friend and son be okay? Can it be okay to just love and serve and be faithful and kind?
You know, maybe God isn’t so caught up in all this like we are. Would that be okay? Maybe He just wants us to be content in any and every circumstance knowing that He is good and enough.
For me that’s consolation, but it’s not always what I want. If nothing else, if I can be who I desire to be regardless of what I’m doing, then maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s the good life.