Friday, August 22, 2014

Why I Love My Job

Daily, I come home with mixed emotions about:
a. Living in The States
b. Living in Arkansas
c. Having a job

I get to this lathered-up place where the panic about being confined to one place and a job that keeps me hostage for 8 hours a day overwhelms me. And so many days I come home from that job so wiped out that I begin to panic anew, fearing that my magnetic strong urges toward the hermit life are indicative that I didn't actually kick my depression out of my life, but rather quieted it for a few months. 

Frankly, that aspect is a definite possibility. 

However, there is one thing I know for certain: my job is exactly the place for me. 

Let me tell you why. 

Though a large chunk of what I do is through spreadsheets and emails and endless details and planning details (so many of which I accidentally neglect), the more weighty piece of what I do is interact with perspective students and their families. 

This is what I live for. 

My whole job with those students is maximizing opportunity. 
For however long I get to lead them on tours or talk on the phone with them or talk to them in the office or at my booth, I get to spend time making them feel valued and valuable and wanted and adventurous and important. I get to listen to their hopes and dreams and make them feel as though the actualization of those hopes and dreams is something within their grasp. 

I love it. I love my students, and I believe in both them and the university for which I work. Matchmaking the two when it "feels right" is the best feeling in the world. 

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