November 2009, Ames, Iowa
A few weeks before Thanksgiving break of my senior year of college, I started to think maybe I had made a mistake choosing journalism and art as my majors.
I was working at an apprenticeship in the web department of a magazine. I was very, very grateful for the apprenticeship and the small income it provided. But I went each day and spent most of my day behind a computer editing HTML, uploading photos, and copying and pasting text. Even as an introvert, I was missing face-to-face interactions with people in a significant spot at a point in their life’s story.
(I did get to be a hand model for a bridal shower invitation photo shoot. That was a highlight.)
One night, after all my homework was done, while sitting at my desk next to my messy inspiration board, I drifted to Facebook. A friend whose story is intertwined with mine in some very obscure ways popped to mind. She and her husband had adopted. And thinking of her, I realized: I am passionate about adoption and foster care. I am not passionate about online journalism. Why am I heading toward a job I am not passionate about?
I sent her Facebook message that seriously went something like this: “That person who facilitated your adoption… who works at an adoption agency… or who did your home study… what kind of degree do you think that person had?” She replied soon after that she thought for sure it had to be a Master’s of Social Work, an MSW.
And that’s the instant I went into a flurry of adoption and foster care and social work and graduate school research.
So, thank you, Jane. I’m not sure you realize how significant your response has been in me recognizing my passions and pursuing them — both professionally and personally.
Julie T. was the winner of the $5 Amazon gift card!