The Best Things Happen after 2 AM

There's an episode of How I Met Your Mother entitled "Nothing Good Happens after 2 AM." Although it's entertaining (as is every episode of HIMYM), I have to disagree with the good sir, Ted Mosby. In fact, I would argue that the best adventures, the best stories and the best thoughts frequently happen in the wee hours of the morn'.

Last night, staying up until 5 AM watching re-runs of The Colbert Report and creepily stalking my own blog (admit it, you do it too!) was the best thing I could've done. I should pretty much be a professional job-seeker. I rock at finding and applying to jobs (it's landing them that has eluded me...). I began working on an Excel sheet of virtually every anti-hunger or international relief organization that I could find that might hold the key to avoiding unemployment post-grad school. I looked at the type of positions that I might potentially be qualified for when a thought occurred to me.

Many of the jobs I've been applying to thus far have been all wrong for me! As you may have read on here already, I've been incredibly all-over-the-place about my grad career: whether it's the right choice, what I want to concentrate on...I've been leaning more and more toward finally integrating writing into my career and it struck me last night, that not only is it what I'd like to be doing, it's what I need to be doing!

I am not a natural born leader. Never have been. I hate the feeling of people looking up to me for guidance. I hate being responsible for organizing events and programs. I hate being the center of attention. I've always known this about myself, however, my desire to seek global change kind of overtook my rationality in regards to where my strengths lie. Last night, after 2 AM, I had a "Eureka!" moment. Writing is my ticket to changing the world!

I can't lead a company, or direct a program (as much as I dislike admitting it), but I can communicate on behalf of those leaders! I'm a decent writer and the thought of spending my days pouring out the written word regarding my passion for hunger issues sounds about eleventy more times appealing than causing myself unnecessary stress trying to do something I just don't have the ability or desire to do.

Needless to say, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Perhaps, this is why it was God's intention to keep me in school, after all. I may have a clue what I'm doing with my life...

Hallelujah!