When I started college, I originally thought I’d major in religion. I took one religion class, dropped it and changed my mind. It wasn’t what I was expecting. So then I thought, psychology. I took one psychology class and changed my mind. Not interesting enough. Then I thought, education. I took one education class and changed my mind. Definitely not what I was expecting. Five math classes was enough for a minor, but I didn’t have the patience for any more than that. What was left?
I had always enjoyed writing but remembered scoffing at my 12th grade English teacher when she suggested I major in that. Yet it seemed like a good option and the only subject I could see myself completing ten courses in. No matter how logical an English Writing & Literature major seemed, I knew that it wasn’t exactly setting me up for a career out of college. I had been a teacher assistant in a preschool the first three years of college, but it wasn’t something I really wanted to continue. As my senior year in college began, I wondered what God had in mind for me next.
Soon I began working as an Office Assistant in my college’s Communications office. What seemed like meaningless tasks at first quickly became second nature to me, earning me an Employee Excellence Award. I suddenly discovered my gift of administration. Soon thereafter, I met my favorite Contemporary Christian artist whom I’d been following since my freshman year, Bebo Norman, at a local Boston concert. We stayed in touch which led to us planning a concert for him at Wheaton College (in Norton, MA) on March 4, 2000. As I organized the concert, I discovered another talent of mine for event planning. I also realized how much I enjoyed Christian music. I had taught myself how to play the guitar as a sophomore in college, and I had the opportunity to meet many Christian musicians through this concert.
As college graduation approached, I began to imagine my one ideal job that combined all my talents and my love of Christian music and travel: being a tour manager! I actually mentioned it to Bebo, who had coincidentally just fired his own tour manager just days beforehand. Unfortunately, Bebo’s touring was winding down at the time to a small group of guys he traveled with; it would have been inappropriate to have one single female traveling with three single men. So I began considering other options. Why not just move to Nashville and see what happens?
What a dream that was. I bought my first real suit as I envisioned flying down to Nashville for job interviews. I shared my intentions with family and friends who were excited for me. I prepared my resume and started making contact with agencies down South. For the first time in my life, I was excited about my future and all the opportunities that I might find.
But something kept me from spreading my wings.
To be continued.
The Art of Choosing True Life 