Hm.

So I went to work today, just like I normally would, but this time I was excited beyond reason. It wasn't that being at camp was such a bad experience that work suddenly became amazing, but I was just excited about it. Maybe I should clarify what my job is...I'm a Library Page at the Bothell Library. What I do, specifically, is shelve the books and check in the totes of books that come in from the service centre. If you know me at all you know that I want to be a Librarian so this job is enjoyable for me anyway.

The last day of camp when I was walking and talking with someone whom I had only known for about...3 days or so, and we were talking about jobs and the like when he asked me what my job was. So I told him. Then he looks at me and says "That's your calling, isn't it". Completely matter-of-fact as though I had been talking about it for hours, which I hadn't. The thing is, I never saw it as a 'calling'. I always saw it as something that I loved doing. Being around loads of books and taking in the smell of it all is what truly makes me happy.

I didn't really think about what he had said at all, it just seemed like a small comment of no consequence. But when I went to work that was the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I shelved that first book. The rest of the night all I could think about was that comment and how right it was. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I was read like a book. Usually when you hear of someone's 'calling' you think of a missionary type position where you deal with people all day long and never stop dealing with those people. At least, that's what I always thought of it as. I didn't think someone who didn't really like to be around a lot of people and talk with a lot of people, or someone who prefers the solace of books and information would ever have a 'calling' persay. I always thought they, we, just had jobs.

But I was wrong. Very wrong. For the next 5 hours and even still in this moment, I have a calling. It might not be glamorous like some, I might not end up being a millionare overnight, I most likely will not have a corner office with plants and chairs with desks, but I'm fine with that. I would rather have the job I have now where I can be doing what I love where I love being than in a big office making crazy bank and hating every minute of it.

Now, I'm pretty sure if I ended up at the Smithsonian with a wicked Head Research Librarian position making crazy money, I'd be pretty happy with that. I'm just being real.

So for the first time in my life, I know what I'm being called to do.