let lemons be angry

Today my mother told lots of people how I used to aspire to being a coroner. A forensic pathologist, some call it. She told them that while other little girls carried their dolls, my dolls were all wrapped in plastic and covered in marker lines. It's true. Although I gave up playing coroner pretty fast because it was too easy investigating a murder I set up myself.

The moral of her story was not to worry about what we will become, because we are constantly changing. I, for one, am not a coroner. And after going through university and interviews and various jobs, I still don't know what I will become.

I was hired for this job to be a copywriter. When they learnt I had graphic design training, they made me one of their graphic designers. When they learnt I had motion graphic training, they sent me to work for a film director. When the director learnt I can loop music for her soundtrack, guess what, that's my job too.

I didn't have to whip out my portfolio for any of these opportunities, didn't have to prove that I'm at all proficient. One guess is that in this real world, whoever happens to stand next to the shovel picks it up. But a better guess is God's giving me the opportunities to do everything I ever liked doing. And then maybe I will learn what I can live without doing, and what I want to wake up for everyday.

One thing I've already learnt, that doing things as if I was doing them for God, and not for Man, makes everything better.