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48 Days to the Work You Love: Chapter 6 Questions

Chapter 6: 6 Job Offers in 10 Days

1. Do you understand your areas of competence? Not as well as I should. I pretty much feel I'm qualified for nothing, so that pigeonholes me into following the path I've forged for the past 5 years: preschool teacher. I'm making a comfy lateral move to a preschool I admire (from the one that currently sucks the lifeblood from me). I have competent people skills, with children and adults. That makes me good at teaching preschool. But that skill would transfer elsewhere, don't you think? Let's brainstorm, no censoring.
Becky's Areas of Competence
  • reads aloud with organic enthusiasm to groups of children or adults
  • arrives promptly
  • fulfills expected duties
  • communicates effectively with peers and superiors (not necessarily in this current job, but communication is a two-way street, is it not?)
  • voracious quest for knowledge
  • able to understand computer programs and file management on a Windows-based network
  • possesses superior organizational skills
This is boring. I'm not boring.

2. Do you feel trapped because of your current or past work experience? Yes. Feel unqualified for anything other than early childhood education, and recently don't even feel qualified for that.

3. Do you recognize how easily your abilities may transfer to a new industry or profession? No. Feel hopeless.

4. Can you see value in those things you may have done as a volunteer through your church or community? I don't volunteer in my community. I served on the Discernment Committee at the inception of my church's search for a new rector. At church I sometimes serve as lector and teach Sunday School. Those activities don't encourage me to stretch past my comfort zone.

5. Are there skills or training you need to make you a candidate for the work you love? I still don't know what work is the work I love. Still searching.

6. Has God given you abilities that do not match your desires? If so, how can you reconcile those? Just what are my God-given abilities? I feel like I'm missing something here. Too scared to turn my eye to myself.

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