What would you do…
You know how you see posters and magnets with quotes of something someone said?
Been there, done that.
Yada, yada, yada…
Initially, each one was a great thought, or at least a good one, but after being made into t-shirts and inspirational posters and such, it became trite. Which is a shame, but, I guess, the price one must pay for fame.
“What would you do if you knew you could not fail?”
That one speaks to me, but is becoming ubiquitous in blogs and walls. Even my boss’ office has a little sticker or plaque with the question.
What would you do, if you knew you could not fail?
I had an interview this week, and I think it went well. I should know by the end of the week whether or not I move on to the finals (sort of my own little March Madness going on). I was feeling pretty positive and hopeful.
And then I happened to sit down with a friend and we talked about what we felt were our “callings.” Those ideas that fill us with passion, and–at least for me–feel like what I’m supposed to be doing here, on earth.
And now, I wonder about the job for which I just interviewed. It sounds like a good job. It would be secure, and I think, pay fairly well, which is an important consideration, with the first of three children heading off to college this fall. But it’s not what I feel I’m here to accomplish. And now, i almost hope I don’t move on to the finals. Almost.
If it weren’t for the responsibilities of reality, would I answer the calling?
What would I do, if I knew I could not fail?