I miss blogging already... it has been quite a while since my last post. Wala rin naman kasi akong maipost.

But recently, I had this thought in my mind... Ate Di and I were talking about dream jobs in one of our chat moments. I'm not sure if I'm authorized to disclose what is Ate Di's "dream job". It would be better if she tell it herself. :) (Kinda complicated kasi the story eh behind her dream job...hehe)

But anyways... I remembered telling her that my current job is not really my dream job. Yeah... I'm ok with it. Contented. Thankful of God's faithfulness, strength, and favor. And I trust His plans for His plans are the best and perfect. But at the back of my mind, I never imagined myself really growing old as a "career woman". I don't know... it just doesn't thrill my heart whenever I picture myself in blazer, skirt, dark stockings, and heels.

So... what do I picture myself?

I have two dream jobs:

First, to be an astronomer. To work in NASA. If not to ride a space shuttle, to be in the observatory and gaze at the indescribable creation of God in the endless space... stars, galaxies, nebulas, supernovas, planets, comets, moons, black holes, quasars... whatever you call them, I wanna see them. :)

But here's the catch. It's all gonna be MATH. Working in NASA is not just to gaze at the twinkle-twinkle stars and have a great time. You have to deal with every millisecond and every millimeter of the heavenly bodies’ motion in relation with their mass, size, age, and all. Parabolas, probabilities, trajectories... all numbers, integers, variables... they all count. A .01 error in computation would spell DISASTER in 20 or 50 years...

Math is not my thing. Sooo not my thing. I would rather be contented sitting on my bed, looking out the window and gaze at the dimly twinkling stars.

But I still have a 2nd dream job. :) I would be equally thrilled if I were given a chance to be in this kind of work. I wanna be an artist in Disney-Pixar. Yipee! It makes my blood rush whenever I imagine myself in a huge, lighted, slightly angled desk with a drawing pencil at hand, tracing papers... then on one corner, a huge double-monitored (if that's what they call it) PCs and working on some 3G character... Then just scattered around my desk are unfinished sketches, drafts, half-filled cup of coffee, some colored pencils, and the miniature models of the character I would be working on.

Wow.

Hm. I don't know what will come out of these dreams.

But for now, I am thankful for where God has placed me. His plans are far better—best—than mine. And He perfectly knows the future that lies ahead. I just have to trust Him and cleave to Him.

There’s no better place than to be right in the center of God’s will… wherever it may be.

So… how about you? What’s your dream job? J