That’s what happened today.
Four days a week I work as a paper-pusher/bookkeeper (Does that surprise you?); it’s what’s left of my job as a bookkeeper. Bookkeeping is what I’ve been doing for most of my adult life. I loved that job; it was me.
For my current job I go to the bank to pick up money sometimes. I go in, hand over the paperwork, we count the money, we sign the papers and I leave. I’m pleasant with the employees, but hardly talk more than necessary. I could blame that on the French professional ways, but I know that part of it is my personality.
Today I had to wait for a long time. When the wait seemed to be over I was actually sent back to wait some more. The young female employee that takes care of our transactions apologized more profusely than I felt needed.
What’s a 30 minute wait when you have a boring job like mine and you have the occasion to people-watch instead?
The money was finally ready. We sat down in the employee’s office, both chattier than usual. We talked about Belgium, beer and having to wear pants and sweaters during the summer. What a summer it was!
When it was time to sign the paperwork I noticed her being left-handed.
I wasn’t going to miss my chance and said: “I see you’re left-handed. Now tell me, are you creative?”
“And more intelligent” was her smiling answer.
I told her that I asked because I’m left-handed too. We talked with passion about how important creativity is in our life.
It was dormant for a big chunk of my life, but in more recent years I’ve been rediscovering music, visual arts and writing. It’s my creativity that gives me joy and makes me feel alive.
At the end of the appointment I asked her the 1 million dollar question: “Now tell me, what are we doing working in a bank and working as bookkeeper?”
She laughed and said “I know”…
We both know the answer, but I think that until the answer feels right, the question will stay close to our hearts!