I was talking to someone (again) the other day who is at that cross road of where to go with the first career and it brought me back to the thought that those of us who struggle with career / life choices the most often become the “coaches” for the next generation of seekers. This isn’t a life of doom; I love my work today. The vision did not come quickly and clear cut for me. Others seemed to spring from the womb as engineers, lawyers and nurses. I had a patch work of careers which only came together at the age of 50ish… and I’m not done yet! Many who struggle with direction want to invest the time to do the work. The gifts are great for those who persist.

The SAT will likely fade, but may never die… it is an industry driving jobs, egos and scholarships. I like the idea of captions as an indicator of ability, but like the SAT it will favor those of us who dwell comfortably in the house of words… wordsmithers as you say. This, for me, was a gift from my birth family. I grew up hearing the Prologue to Canterbury Tales quoted in the original at the breakfast table. (That could be a predictor of college success / and or insanity right off the top.) I don’t see many folks in my office that can say that. The predictive tests offer us numbers which appear objective, but have been proven not to be.

Whether we are sorted in earthly ratings as “gifted” from the delivery room or not, our Creator loves us all. Sometimes those with the seemingly smallest and most tarnished gifts offer the most to this world… and we don’t recognize that gift until they part this world. We saw that recently.

To some end, the Creator is still using some of my warts it seems. I’d rather He show me some new effortless strengths. HA! I thank Him that he doesn’t tattoo “SAT scores” on our bottoms at birth, but gives us grace to find our own captions and our own paths.

Blessings! j