Or in which we discuss how much time you have to think after wisdom teeth surgery.
I took the photo above while on a trip to Chicago this summer (that’s my red-panted reflection in the window). I didn’t realize then that (A) this question would still be rolling around in my brain 6 months later and (B) that the person who would set me on the path to answering it was in that very city (though I would be hundreds of miles away when I made that realization as well).
The past few days I’ve been sitting in my bed with tube socks full of ice tied around my face. As much as I’d love to show you photo evidence (read: NOT), I think this is a period in my life I’d prefer to leave undocumented. But, all this sitting has also afforded me some much needed time to think and the subject that’s been occupying my mind has taken the form of the age-old question: what do I want to be when I grow up?
I wish I could tell you that, after 3 days, I’ve had my “Eureka!” moment and have subsequently planned out the next 30 or so years of my life, but alas, these things are never like they appear in the movies. However, I did receive an excellent piece of advice from the lovely Jess Lively whose mission in life is to “design a life and business of intention” and help others to do the same. Our conversation (note: since it was over Twitter, shall I call it our “twittering” ?) went something like this:
-Megan: Jess, I love the idea of designing a life of intention, but how do I figure out what I want to do so that I can intend to do it? (I may be paraphrasing a bit here, but you get the idea)
-Jess: (this is a direct quote…it was too good to paraphrase) It all begins with the purpose equation- what you do really, really well + how you can serve others.Try starting from there!
Simple. Direct. Clear as a bell. Right you are Jess; there I shall begin. So…I have been pondering those 2 things: what do I do really, really well and how I can serve others, and came up with the idea of Operation: Dream Job. It may not exist, said “Dream Job”, but beginning an adamant search for it would be a great adventure, wouldn’t you agree? So I set out, not exactly sure where I’ll end up, but thrilled to at least begin in earnest…and I’d love some company, if you’re not too busy.