For a number of years, I had no idea what I really wanted to do. I had some maybes that would work in a pinch; maybe I'd do fine being a teacher or an accountant or a business manager. All my possibilities spoke to my strengths but also had annoyances that I'd like to avoid, such as grading or being stuck indoors all day long. Additionally, the jobs just felt like they lacked the meaning I desired. Today, Zandria's post She decided to start living the life she'd imagined struck a cord and reminded me about this struggle for a meaningful career. It's actually a small challenge for me to reform my thinking and remember that I am doing what I want. Granted, I am still gaining experience, but I think that I am finally on the path toward a career I would love.
I love being outdoors. I love teaching others, and I'm especially thrilled by the joy of discovery. I find natural areas soothing to my soul; they're a great spot for reflection, centering, and relaxation. I want to help the earth by encouraging diverse, unique areas to prosper, and I feel compelled to educate others about the importance of place. I love organizing, managing, and dealing with challenges; a day just like any other is a boring day to me. All of these wishes and loves are satisfied by the path I see myself taking.
This summer, I worked at the canoe livery teaching day camp. It was a lovely place, and who can complain about going paddling every day? During the last week, I ran into the head boss of the livery, and I remarked that I loved the job and would miss it when I left. By the end, I felt like I was really coming into my own in terms of education, organization, and fun without too many major, daily hurdles. She said that it's a really good sign; by the end of the season, so many people are just so relieved that day camp is done. Don't get me wrong; a break from the day camp grind is nice. But, man, do I miss paddling. And singing. And little kids getting super excited when they hook their first fish or see a crawdad or find shells in a river or recognize a turtle/bird/bug/etc that we taught them about. I've enjoyed previous jobs -- especially working as a port checker -- but I was happy to be done. This continued excitement about working with kids and nature is thrilling.
Now, I'm at my nature center job. This week is training, and I'm just itching to be back working with the kids again next week. It's exhausting work, but it's the rewarding kind of work that makes me smile and know that I've done well. The nature center is absolutely lovely (I've got to get my camera out here and take some pictures for you guys). I've already caught a toad, identified some turtles, and learned more than I ever thought I would about prairie plants.
But back to the point: it's still quite odd to think that my life is settling down into a track. I've got a compass bearing, and I'm heading out. What a strange contrast to my past 10+ years of wondering "what will I do when I grow up?"