In high school, many of the kids in my grade were pushed extremely hard by their parents. They were pressured into taking the hardest classes, summer classes, practice SAT classes...since middle school. Their parents pushed them this hard, because they wanted them to get into the best universities. Generally their parents dream for them was to pursue medicine. A lot of these kids were my good friends at one time or another, and they would tell me they were only going to do medicine because it pays well, not because they honestly wanted to help people. I learned from my friends that their parents instilled their love of money into their kids. This was very sad to me at the time. They were pretty condesending to me, because I was planning on going to culinary school. They felt like culinary school was something below them, because they had been breed for the best universities. I wanted to pursue baking because I love it, I think about food all the time, and I think food brings a lot of beauty and happiness to the world...or it at least does to mine. No one was supportive of this dream of mine, everyone (including my parents) pushed me to go to a big school with a "real" major. After switching from Nutrition, to a sort of outlandish major of Photography, I have never been happier. For as much as I enjoy nutrition, the science classes were too hard for me. The only thing I did last semester was study for my three science classes, and no matter how hard I studied and went to tutoring, I only made F's or D's on the tests. This was stressful, and really discouraging. I realized no matter how much I loved Nutrition, I was dreading the rest of my time at collage. I thought I had some talent and potential in art, and wanted try my hand at it. I love it. Everyone who knows me, knows how much I love being an art major.
I have no idea what I am going to do with a degree in art. Maybe I ll still go to culinary school? I really have no idea, but I like not knowing.
I have a lot of things I like (like cleaning, dog walking, yoga, nutrition, and babysitting), and if I have a few jobs where I get to do a little of everything I like. I'm totally fine with that. I don't know if that is realistic, but I don't know if being a photographer is either.
I have had a very comfortable upbringing and am used to a very high standard of living. Over the past year, I have realized that money can not and does not bring happiness. What makes me happy, is enjoying life, my relationships, my talents, and the comfort of knowing the Creator of this world loves me and cares for me, not how much money or stuff I have.
Reading this verse comforts me:
Luke 12:22-
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well."
Taking this literally, requires a lot of faith. I hope the more I trust God the more I'll start living out this verse.