That’s exactly what popped into my head as I sat in bumper to bumper traffic on the way home from work. “God gave me gifts?” what is that supposed to mean? While it seemed kind of random at the moment, as I repeated it over and over to myself, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
“God gave me gifts!”
Exactly! It was like something just clicked inside my head and the path before me became clearer. I did have gifts, gifts that are unique to me, gifts that I was not currently able to put to use in my current job.
You see, ever since I was a little girl, my head has always fluttered with creative thoughts and artistic visions. One of the first jobs I ever wanted to do was to be, as I called it, an “interior decorator”. (Well, to be technically accurate, the very first job I wanted was to be a hairdresser. Didn’t we all have those life-size Barbie heads with hair to style, curl and (ahem) cut?) I thought the idea of being an interior “decorator” sounded like the most amazing job ever. I used to draw rooms and color the curtains and bedding, make different versions for the “client” to choose from. I remember when I proudly proclaimed to my Mom and grandparents that I wanted to be an “interior decorator when I grow up!”, the looks I received were not nearly as excited as I had expected them to be. They kind of chuckled in a way that made me second guess my dreams of being an “interior decorator”.
It’s funny the things you’re taught growing up – “You should be a lawyer.” “Oh, I bet you’d make a great doctor.” I can’t actually remember ever hearing someone say, “You should be an artist” or “Have you thought about being a designer?”
You see I wasn’t the kid that loved learning long division, I was the kid that got weak in the knees over the smell of my new, fresh box of crayons. As high school came along, art classes were replaced with AP Calculus, because those were the “classes you need to get into a good college.” So I took those classes and went to a tough college and busted my tail to graduate and have a “great career”. But the need to create never went away. It was like a constant itch, hunger pains – something I just couldn’t ignore.
So I created. At nights, on the weekends, during vacations, during holidays, I always busied myself with fun projects to feed that creative side. For a while that was enough, but the desire to create and express myself artistically grew and grew.
So when the phrase, “God gave you gifts”, came to me that day in traffic, I knew what I had to do.
So I told you my decision to make the leap had to do with traffic and Christopher Columbus. I’m sure you’re wondering how in the world he fits into this picture. Keep your eyes out, that story’s up next.