What is your calling? What are you good at? What should you do with your life?
Questions like these weighed on me after I finished up my BA and found myself part of the professional landscape. Lump sums deposited directly into my bank account every two weeks eased my ability to do things, but did buying a new car, nice ties, or a round or two for coworkers on a Friday night equal great things? Where was the path leading to meaningful work, opportunities to make a difference, and greatness? Aka, my vocation.
I looked this way and that: Teaching is a noble profession. Marine biology is, too. Theology is something I enjoy ... maybe seminary? Catching a unicorn seemed easier than discerning my vocation. (By the way Scotland, Tam o' Shanters off to you for electing the unicorn as your national animal.)
Teacher, oceanographer, priest ... any of these routes would make a parent proud. My choice: advertising. I wanted to make it better, more respected. I love to write copy and create ways to make people smile, or think, or feel. I love connecting with an audience—sharing a brand or purpose meaningfully with people is craft, and crafting ways to be useful is a labor of love.
It sunk in after a while that there really is just one vocation: do what you do with love.