Making the jump to journalism

I was born an artist, crayons and color books were my best friends rain or shine. Then I learned how to draw things and that was it for me. So how did I become a writer? It's the other thing that I have always been so I didn't become one per se, I chose to shift my focus. Many people have been telling me that I have a talent for this. My brother's teachers all thought he should be a writer because of the way I edited his homework. People who have benefited from my informative and entertaining letters have said the same thing. I don't know why I keep telling myself that I can't write or don't want to write. But I've decided to because I need a change in my life.

I've been working a menial labor job for two years and my body is reaching the end of its ability to cope. My brain isn't very happy about it either. So I was on Facebook one day and a friend's results for a personality test came up. I thought what the heck, I'll try it. And it turns out that it is a legit research test based on the Keirsey Briggs test. I took the test and wailed at the results.

Having just been told by a supervisor that I have a strong personality and no one likes to work with me in my department, I didn't like what the bar graph showed. Strong scores for Openness, Extroversion and median range on Conscientiousness did not make me feel better about the low scores on Agreeableness and Neuroticism. I thought, "Oh no! Colleen was right!" But I read the descriptions and it turns out that it isn't a bad thing. It means she was right I have a strong personality and I need to find a better fit. As I poured through the page to read the Jungian analysis of my type there were career recommendations. Number one?

In bold letters JOURNALISM, Political science and law made the cut too. But the career match was 92%, 54% and 21%. Actually the law scored so low that it was written in so fine a print I barely noticed it there. Fitting, no?

So I'm going to be a journalist because Facebook told me to? Not exactly. A pastor once told a story about a guy who begged God to rescue him when he fell overboard. The cruise ship threw out the life preserver. He didn't take it. A little Polynesian skiff came by but he wouldn't let the haggard old fisherman save him. Then a commercial boat came by. He didn't accept help from them either. "God will save me." He told everyone. So he was surprised that he drowned. When he saw God he asked him why that happened. God said "I sent you all the help you needed but you refused. What were you waiting for? The Love Boat?"

How many hints do I need?