30 Days of Gratitude: Day #3
I’m so grateful for my job; and even as type those words, it seems wrong.
It’s where I give my time in exchange for money with which to pay the bills, so technically, yes: It’s a job. But it’s so much more than that.
It’s a space in which I can revisit childhood memories when my coworkers and friends sit around playing music, singing harmonies, and laughing.
It’s inside jokes, some that are years old…up to a decade, even.
It’s time listening while people share their deepest pain, and being privileged to hold space for them.
It’s being part of sacred spaces, beginnings and endings, and moments in between.
It’s stretching creative muscles, telling stories and making moments with incredible content.
It’s being challenged in matters of faith, both in the supernatural and in one another.
It’s laughing so hard that my stomach hurts.
I had no idea that the 10,000 hours spent honing my musical skills would culminate, decades later, in weekly exploration of what generally is, truthfully, less-than-demanding technical skills – but incredibly satisfying communal efforts. Church music in our setting has many objectives, and most of them revolve around helping people dig deep into their own reserves to be the best they can be. My job, in that context, is to help them in that exploration.
It is church work, and while there is much about it that is sacred and holy, the bulk of my efforts consist of interactions with people. Being able to navigate those spaces with a piano, singing, listening, encouraging, affirming, comforting, and watching people thrive – well, I’m not sure there’s anything I could do that would be more deeply satisfying. And, quite frankly, that’s sacred, holy work.
I love people, and my job allows that love to be a verb. I’m grateful.