My spiritual journey: moments of clarity, ponderings, and vast irritations

Showing posts with label journalist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalist. Show all posts

Monday, July 28, 2008

Can personality determine pupose?

Well, this is a possiblity as the Jung Career Indicator lists careers that would most befit a person belonging to the ENFP personality prototype. Let's see what they think I'd be good at:

jounalist/reporter *
psychology
counseling
fitness & nutrition
recreation specialist
social work
education

musician *
acting and performances
literature/writer *
film producer

public relations specialist
marketing
fashion merchandising

(and by the way I share my personality with Mark Twain, Bill Cosby, Oprah Winfrey and Betty Friedan)

I will now go back and highlight the ones that stick out to me as true possiblities, and star the ones I REALLY like.

I'm not sure that this gets me any closer to what God made me to do, but it may prove to be helpful.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

What Should I Be When I Grow Up?

I Just googled the phrase What Should I be when I grow up and came across a quiz on blogthings. Here is my result:




You Should Be an Artist



You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique.

No one can guess what you're going to do next, but it's usually something amazing.

You can't deal with routine, rules, or structure. You're easily bored.

As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.



You do best when you:



- Can work by yourself

- Can express your personality in your work



You would also be a good journalist or actor.

Dream Giver

I just finished part 1 of the Dream Giver. Wow! It's amazing. It was hard not to cry through the whole thing. I'm still left sitting here wondering what my dream is. It's all well and good that Ordinary got a Big Dream from the Dream Giver. But he had a pretty feather to show for it. And he remembered having that dream when he was a child. And his dad remembered him having that dream when he was a child. It's really not fair. I don't have a feather. I don't know what my dream is. I can't remember. I remember all kinds of crazy thing that I wanted to do when I was a kid (In thinking about this I've also remembered wanting to be a journalist [not just any journalist, but an investigative reporter who travels all over the world for the best most insane stories!] and an MAF pilot, a pilot of a 747, and an ice skater). My husband said it's really no good trying to dig it up... only God can tell me, just like in the story. The Dream Giver came and whispered in Ordinary's ear that he had a Big Dream. I know that I have one. God has at least told me that much. In fact, in so doing he has again giving me reason to live... I'm here for a reason, I have to discover what it is!! But why hasn't he revealed that reason to me? Why is it so obscured from my view? If I have a purpose, and if he wants me to live to fulfill that purpose, why isn't he just handing it to me on a silver platter?

Oh, the 'why's of life!!