Journal of J

It amazes me when someone is lucky enough to find their calling.  It is as though some muse magically directed the planets to align and they just fall into their destiny.  It seems as though it is handed to them on a platter.  It could be silver, yes it is possible.

I was just reading in an old Reader’s Digest about the creator of the Baby Einstein comany.  Talk about a lucky stay at home mom.  She’s an english teacher who has a baby and decides to stay home with her child.  While playing with her child she has a revelation.  With some luck viola!  She’s got a million dollar plus company that she sells to Disney.  Now while my older two were home I had never even heard of Baby Einstein.  Suddenly I am, or rather my third child, was given a Baby Einstein video.  She loved it.  Now why couldn’t I have thought of that?

I was given a link to a site about scrapbooking.  Several.  I checked them out.  As a neophyte scrapper I was looking for information, inspiration and direction.  Little did I know.  One of the sites I love is insirational to me.  The lady is so free.  It seems her scrapping led to a career in doing layouts and workshops.  Like she fell into it.  She is talented and artistic.  It is so neat to see the way she looks at things.  Inspiriational and insightful.  

When you think about it it’s amazing how many people are doing what they love and apparently with so much ease.

It seems like I struggle with just the day to day things that invisioning doing what I love seems distant.  A pig in the slop too busy rooting about that it can’t even come out to see what Charlotte wrote.  Sorry that vision wouldn’t get out of my head once it popped in.  I had to write it.

I seem to be drawn to writing.  Perhaps it is all the reading I have been doing, or perhaps the childhood dream of being a writer, or maybe even the fact that I was published once.  Right now something is drawing me that way.  Whether my muse has things lined up for me I don’t know.  I do have a lap waiting for my platter.  I have a feeling that it doesn’t work that way.  At least not for me.  I think I will have to make the platter.  Or at least figure out how to get free from the mud I am stuck in.  Then find the materials for the platter, and then line up my lap and… 

Maybe I should just be content to be in the now.  Maybe the now needs to be priority so I can be in the later.  Maybe now is how the muse prepares us for that calling.  Maybe like a pendulum, it isn’t just hitting the far balls so they can swing but also about the middle balls.  Sure they don’t swing much, they get banged on each side, but without them the far balls wouldn’t be able to swing at all.

Perhaps that is more the issue.  The fulfillment issue.  Maybe being fulfilled draws you to the calling.  Contentedness.  Seems as though those are illusive qualities we all want and admire.  Whether or not it is meant to be the only way to find your calling is to pursue the options.  For now I am pursuing writing.  Perhaps I will find it.  If I am lucky it will also find me.