On becoming a counselor
I feel so privileged, blessed and honored to have found my calling in life. I am so aware that finding a calling, a career that fulfills, renews and challenges me every day is a rarity. I know enough people to know that most of us putter through our work lives clocking in an out. The job is the means to an end. In many ways, my career is its own end. I am certain is bringing me closer to God, to myself, to the binding force in the universe. There are parts of this path that are dark. That darkness and challenge is necessary.
For so many people, the types of philosophical thinking that I am required to engage in daily is a luxury. This pursuit feels indulgent, even with the awareness that it is necessary. There are some in society who will work, and build. There are creators. There are interpreters, and guides. I am so humbled that I have been chosen to be an interpreter.
My work is transformative. Not just for me, but for the client. This quality is rare. Again, I am back to the privileges of this work which is married to the responsibility of this work.
This path feels righter, better and happier than anything I have ever done.
