As soon as I published my last post, I started thinking different thoughts about my search for my calling. My mind started with its usual bullshit. Who do I think I am to undertake something as grandiose as finding my calling, when I don’t even have a job that will last past September?

My job will end when the summer season does, and I don’t know where I’ll work (or live, for that matter) beyond the end of September. What I do have is an infant website (this one!), a shitload of ideas, a vague plan for all the stuff I’d like to do here, and a friend who has expressed an interest in working with me on this project.

Put in context, it does seem ill-advised and rather selfish to pursue this higher idea of something I’m meant to do rather than pursuing survival. But after too many years of working shitty jobs while making not quite enough money and not spending time doing the things I love, I don’t even care if I can’t make a living doing what I’m meant to do. I’ll take the shit job and be grateful, because it allows me to keep writing and taking photos – the things that make me happy.

Another goal I have is to encourage others to do the things they love. That could be seen in the same two ways: Who the hell am I to tell people what they should be doing? It’s not like I have my life exactly the way I want it. In spite of that, if I can do what I love (and slowly but surely, start getting paid for it) while living on slave wages in a miniature apartment, anyone can.

It’s a commitment to taking action instead of wishful thinking.

(All of this thinking about my calling started when I read The Art of Work by Jeff Goins.)

I’ve just added lots of new photos to my gallery on Fine Art America!