Working conundrum
It seems like everyone I talk to these days is sick of their job. I am no exception. It’s not really that I’m sick of it, it’s that I don’t feel challenged, I definitely don’t feel needed, and I know I didn’t go to college for four years to order office supplies and type labels. I just didn’t. I need some sort of stimulation. Hopefully this will change once I’ve got my C.I. activated and I can be more useful again, but I’m not holding out a lot of hope for that one.
Compounding this is the idea of discernment and what God wants me to do with my life> I don’t think God has me making labels forever. But that could be presumptuous. During my retreat I felt that God wanted me to stay in my present place for a little while longer, but of course, the length of time wasn’t specified (when he told Lucia she’d be here “awhile longer” after her cousins died, she stayed about 80 more years. So what does that tell me?). I don’t know if I have anything else to offer at work, or if I should start looking other places. I’d love to do something that involves kids, or health care, or government relations somewhere. And of course I’d love to just sit back and write the Great American Novel, but that’s real likely to happen, given my total lack of self-discipline and inspiration in that project.
Wow this is kind of rant; sorry it’s not the most interesting thing. 
I guess the only thing to do is more prayer and, especially, for discernment.
