Growing up, I was intrigued by the idea of a personal calling. How did teachers, nurses, doctors, mechanics, entrepreneurs and priests know they were supposed to pursue their paths? How did someone know they could make sculptures out of clay and marble? Many of my friends excelled at and beamed when they engaged in activities like tennis, theater or student government. I played sports, acted in plays and served on student council, but nothing felt as if it was what I was meant to do.
I wrote in my journal about how it seemed everyone around me knew what they wanted to pursue yet I didn’t—a thought confirmed when I entered college as what felt like one of few “undecided” majors. Even though I’d written in journals since I was seven years old, it hadn’t occurred to me that journaling was part of my calling. I’d seen it as a way to cope with life and connect with myself, but now I know it called to me all along.
Sunday Journal Prompt
What are you into? What shift occurs when you think of it as a calling? How can you share it with others?
