Destiny has been a topic rolling around in my head for the last few days. Are we all born destine to be something and nothing can stand in the way? Do the events of our lives shape our destiny? Or can we truly make our own destiny and be whatever we want to be? I have always believed that the events of our lives can shape our destiny and to a certain extent we can choose what we want to be and do. However I am starting to believe that all of us or at least some of us are born destine to be something.
I have often wondered after a long hard day at work if there was a profession that would be less stressful that I should look into. While I entertain the thought I always come back to the same conclusion. . .I can't imagine doing anything else and truly enjoying it. Despite the difficulties that come with being a therapist I truly love it. This is where the destiny part comes in. . .I think I was destine to work in this field.
Over the weekend I went to my dad's house for a few days just to hang out. While we were there we were going through some things in the basement and stumbled across a journal my mom started when I was three. In it were all the funny things my sister and I said and did. As I read through them I was amazed at how much of my personality and tendencies were already present at that age. Allow me to share of it with you.
When I was three I was already looking out for other people. One day my mom snapped at my sister after having a disagreement with my dad. . .I informed my Mom that she shouldn't yell at Tamra because she is upset with Daddy. Truth hurts from a 3 year old. Mom also said that I used to hear Tamra crying and come running saying "What's wrong Tamra, I'm coming." Yet another time my mom yelled at my sister and I put my arm around my sister and told mom not to yell at her cause she is my sister.
I am sure that there were times my parent didn't know what to do with me because, I have to admit that is pretty smart for a 3 year old if I do say so myself. But I can't help but wonder if there is innate concern for others in me, that means no matter what happened in my life, what major I chose in college, or what job I chose as an adult, I would end up working my whole to help people around me.
Now I am sure most of you know that I don't say this to toot my own horn or brag about my profession of choice (trust me most days there is nothing to brag about). . .I bring it up because I have found it fascinating how you could already see the beginnings of a social worker in me even when I was 3. I wonder if we all looked back at us when we were little if we could see the beginnings of whatever we grew up to be. . .even then.
