I really never knew what I wanted until I was in a career I believe that I wanted, only to realize that I wanted something else.

Choosing a career indeed put me in crossroads.

No one knew but when I was in grade school, I wanted to become priest, or become the Pope, and saint. I didn’t know why.

Before high school graduation, I was so sure that I wanted to become a veterinarian. It made me smile to imagine myself assisting farmers in our community with their farm animals. Later, I saw myself dropping out from the university because of homesickness, leaving behind my desire and the bright prospect of becoming a veterinarian.I opted to another direction. My readings about business motivated me to study marketing. Then, I peered into the distant future of becoming the man behind “the all‐popular brand”. I saw myself betting all the marketing strategies of global companies! Those things remained a tale because after two semesters in the college of business, I shifted to mass communication.

“Why?” My mother asked adding words that shifting courses more often would likely lead me to leave school without a degree.

“I think this is my call.” I answered back. My seemingly cool and spirit‐moving answer sealed the issue; although members of the family sometimes talked about the risks of media profession which implied something I understood.

Great challenges really came after college graduation. Armed with confidence, and tinted with shade of idealism, I aimed to get in local broadcast stations and then in metropolitan dailies. However, something weakened my will and determination to get into the mainstream of mass media. I had served as novice reporter in a period shorter than I expected.

My decision often made me pause and think which brushed pale shades of disappointments and
uncertainties. I went through another shift. I was, once again enticed to explore sales ‐ a redo of my shelved ambition.

Then, I began to view career as an opportunity to earn besides “just” fulfillment, an idea I seldom entertained before. In my career in sales and marketing, I took every possibility to grow personally and professionally.

I might still in the stage of self‐exploration but more than just experimentation. I went through another shift of direction. I went back to school, not to take another course but to serve as college instructor. Then, I went back to my student routines as a graduate student. I took teaching as a job and my MA studies as a requirement.

In not so long after my first class, I found teaching fulfilling and eventually, I believed that teaching was really my call. After all, I realized that my subconscious mind lead me into teaching because it refreshed my best teaching‐related childhood experiences. I pattered after my first and best teacher ‐ my mother.

Her dedication and commitment to her profession always inspire me. Then, I considered teaching as my career, profession and vocation. My daily professional activities gave me a sense of fulfillment, dignity and honor. I saw myself as an instrument in shaping minds and transforming lives. I told my mother, “I love teaching.”

Were you in a situation where you enjoy doing something, yet you still seemed to look for something else? After years in teaching, I seemed to hear unrecognizable whisper. Something followed. I began to see thin tint of change. Gradually, it became vivid, and finally, a very clear desire zoomed in, waiting for a decision.

I made a crucial decision. I left teaching. I made a sure decision with uncertainties of what lies ahead. My decision might make or unmake me. But when I decided, I was ready for the consequences. Now I see the bright prospect of my career. I am fulfilled. My tasks give me boundless opportunities to explore, to discover, and to learn.

Jerry G. Gervacio|Mandaue City|Contact: Send Mail
Blog I author (Bisaya): Ambot Lang!

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