November 4, 2009

I Think I Was Supposed to Be a Counselor Too

"the latter part of your comment blessed my soul. I was praying about something and you said exactly what I needed 2 hear. You never know where encouraging words will come from! be blessed!"


This is what someone PM'd me on a messageboard in response to one of my posts. My "fonts" (a slang term for the types of things I write about) are based on my observations of myself and others. That's what my mind spends its time doing, analyzing the world around me. This hasn't always been a good thing, I used to get in trouble at school for it. My mother still has a note that my 2nd or 3rd grade teacher gave her that read something like "I'm concerned because Jennifer often daydreams in class." Not much has changed. I miss out on important things in meetings, classes, and even face to face conversations, because try as I might, my mind, much like an excited toddler aware of that her legs can go go go, escapes and runs away to conjure up things to entertain me. Other times it escapes to find deeper meanings for people and situations that arouse my curiosity.

I get a lot of positive feedback from my replies on this messageboard. They are lengthy in nature and are, hopefully, therapeutic to the thread starters. The e-counseling has resulted in nearly 2000 "thanks" of my posts. I'm on there everyday, offering my opinions and viewpoints on relationships, politics, news events, and celebrity gossip. So what could this mean? I love science...and volunteer in an insect zoo. I love to write and edit...and do that professionally and as a hobby. I love to travel...and do that whenever I can. I have an ability to understand what people are going through and configure my words to where they manage to make people happy. Wait a minute, is it possible that I've discovered the focus of my freelance writing career?

Should I go ahead and get certified in something that sounds impressive and makes me look "worthy," and use that to start an advice column? Well I'll be a blue dot on white cotton ball, how obvious. Perhaps I should ponder this further. I will keep you posted of course.

1 comment:

  1. To listen to the deeper concerns of another individual requires a special something. No, really it does. And to have the patience of wanting to respond or reply is admirable. In this hurried-get-out-my-way-oh-stop-your-whining-world. It’s good to know that someone is moving slow enough to hear. Can’t wait for that column.

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