Monday 12 February 2007

When I grow up I'm going to be.....

Remember as a child you couldn't wait to grow up and had these great ideas of what you were going to be or do as adults: an actor? a dancer? a fireman? a footballer? a policeman? When I was younger I always wanted to be either a teacher ( I used to love playing schools!) or own my own motel - like Crossroads and drive a racing green Escort XR3i convertable and my husband was going to be called Gary.

I'm reading Cure for the Common life by Max Lucado at the moment. In this book Max talks about us finding our sweet spot - the spot where everything is just perfect. In relation to this he writes about us doing the thing in life which makes us happy and brings out the best in us. He suggests that if we want to know what the futures holds then we need to look backwards with regards to finding the perfect role. He expands on this by suggesting that we think back to the things that we did as a child which made us happy and that should give us a good indicator as to what will make us happy as adults. It seems ironic that another thing which made me happy when I was a child was playing Salvation Army's (I was the officer!) and I also loved going out and about with my mum whilst she was doing officery things like home leagues, over 60's clubs, jumble sales and visiting. Now I am actually about to do that for real!

Talking about jobs, I love meeting people with unusual jobs. I'm excited that I know Nick who works as a member of the cabin crew on an aeroplane and can just phone in and say "I'm fatigued" and can get a day off; then there's Sandy who's a school photographer! How cool is that? Jackie is a florist; my cousin works for Scotland Yard as forensic scientist - that is very exciting but he says it's not like CSI which I was a bit disappointed about. Then there's Amanda who's trained to be a beauty therapist just recently. I was her model when she was training.

You can't be everything in life and it's good that God made us all so differently so there's a bit of diversity and hopefully a bit less boring. We can make the most of each others gifts and best bits. For example I have these pamper evenings in my flat for Linda, chris and now steph. We eat together and then Amanda comes to the forefront using her best bits by pampering them. For example, my model (Linda) will now show you what happens. There's facials, eyelash tints ...

and pedicures ...

and we have a very nice evening. Amanda does a very good job. I can recommend her! Unfortunately, I might not live to organise another pamper evening after this posting when Linda sees these pictures displayed for all to see! But it's worth it!

In the book Max Lucado tells the story of Charlie Steinmertz who designed the generators that powered Henry Ford's first assembly lines in Michigan. Sometime after he retired the generators stalled and this brought the entire plant to a halt. The engineers just couldn't fix the problem. So Ford called on Charlie to see if he could fix the problem. Charlie fiddled with the gauge, jiggled the lever, tried the button, played with a few wires and when he switched on the master switch the motors started and all returned to normal. Charlie then sent a bill to Ford for $10,000. When he saw the bill, Ford thought it was a bit excessive and so sent a note to Charlie which read "Charlie, it seems awfully steep, this $10,000, for a man who for just a little while tinkered around with a few motors", Charlie sent a new bill to Ford saying "Henry, for tinkering around with motors, $10. For knowing where to tinker, $9,990". Max says that we tinker like no one else and that we should explore and extract our tinker talent because when you do the most what you do the best, you put a smile on God's face. What could be better than that?

So if we all found our sweet spot - the thing that is perfect for us; explore our tinker talent and do the most what we do the best how cool would life be? We could all have so much fun and be very happy and fulfilled!

Just some random thoughts!

laters
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