Having the Calling
In my last post, I mentioned that I don’t believe we will hate our hobbies if we make them our jobs. (Read here.)
That being said, I also don’t believe everyone needs to feel compelled to make their hobbies or artistic passions their jobs.
- I enjoy writing poetry. I have no interest in trying to make a living from it.
- I enjoy running a few miles a week. I have no interest in becoming a sponsored runner. No interest in running a marathon.
- I enjoy posting photos of my dog to Instagram. I have no interest becoming a photographer.
But I can’t live without playing, listening, analyzing music. I seriously can’t function.
In Catholic school, one my religion teachers incessantly talked about being open to “a calling.” (She didn’t mean a calling to become traveling troubadour, but too bad. That’s what happened.) Since I was 16, I would play for eight hours straight during the weekends in my parents’ basement. My mom and dad would take the earplugs out of their ears and joke, “That guitar must be a part of your body now.”
That wasn’t far off.
Making a living from music is more about my ability to enjoy music as much as possible. I feel blessed to be able to do this, but it’s also a curse. If you asked me what I would also enjoy doing if I couldn’t play music, I wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer.
How I make time for lunch.
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