We, too, instinctively know that answering a call requires that we have some experience of being reduced to ashes —
Whether that be by releasing old wounds or grudges and allowing them to die and be replaced by forgiveness, or grieving the death of a loved one and rising out of that into a new life.
I thought I’d tell a story about an opportunity from last month that didn’t pan out and yet, made some kind of impression on me.
I came across a job for this art collector who was looking for a personal assistant to catalogue his collection, as well as handle some mundane life affairs for him.
I knew I’d probably be listless in a position like an Organizer, but it seemed interesting so what the hell, I sent along my resume, adding that I had no experience in the art world.
“Having no experience might be better,” he said, “Life Finds a Way, doesn’t it?” Referring to my resume saying I’d worked as self employed at Life Finds a Way for the past three years. I was so detached in sending that initial email, but when I received recognition that astute, from a single sentence reply, I knew this was something worth engaging with.