The Right Fit

Even in a dream job, there are going to be dismal days at some point. I have no colleagues to complain about, but wherever people are, there will be friction. There will be jobs that feel more like chores. There will be things you don't believe in but have to do. It is not always about passion.

When do we pack up and go, then? Should we be like Joseph and Daniel, being astoundingly excellent at whatever we do, whether we are slaves or prisoners? They didn't have their dream jobs--at first. But their work ethics and reliance on God promoted them from the lowest ranks to prime ministers. (Prime minister--not my dream job. But far more influential than that of underpaid graphic designer.)

Or should we be like Jesus's disciples, putting away fishing nets, leaving behind tax collections, to go do something else that He has called us to?

How do we know that our current job is not what we are meant to do?

In any case, I feel my time with a long-time client is running its course. I've told myself that I am indispensable to them, but that can't be true when my design sense isn't appreciated by those in charge. Sometimes I feel I'm just not being resilient enough, but more and more I feel that there is such a thing as a right fit, and a right team, and I should look for it.