A couple days after I arrived home I got a letter calling me up for jury duty. Lotsa folks gave me advice on how to avoid getting picked for a trial:
“Just tell them your uncle is a police officer.”
Is it weird that I wanted to get on the jury? In fact, I looked forward to it for weeks. I know I’d most likely be assigned to a parking dispute or something equally inconsequential. Still, I’ve always been interested in law and debate. And I’ve watched way too many crime procedurals to not have a teeny tiny hope for an unrealistically intriguing story. TV drama expectations aside, I genuinely enjoy trying new things, even if they are liable to maddeningly boring .
So the night before jury duty I was pretty disappointed when I found out that I had been excused.
Excused! I never asked to be excused! What if I had gotten into a trial, fallen in love with the court room, met an incredibly competent lawyer who inspired me to pursue a law degree, spent 10 years studying law while working, and eventually became a world-famous women’s rights lawyer, spending the rest of my life fighting for the voiceless!
Stupid jury excusement means that there isn’t even the tiniest chance for all that to happen. I was bummed.
The next day my big sister took me on a coffee date (which actually consisted of her driving me 30 minutes to my favorite coffee shop in silence, buying me a large black coffee, and then patiently waiting for caffeine magic to turn me into a functioning human so that we could chit chat a bit. Did I mention that my sister is very patient?).
While we were at the shop a bubbly real estate broker sat down next to us with a young couple. She was answering their questions about buying their first home.
I managed to maintain a conversation of niceties with my sister while low-key listening in on the real estate conversation.
Aggh! It was so perfect. My dream is to work as a buyers broker, helping young families find their perfect first home. I want to demystify the home buying process, empowering millennial couples to get the best deal and start their lives together on the right foot.
See, even real estate, something normally associated with investors, red tape, and $$$ can be romantic if you put the right spin on it.
I am thankful that the Lord placed that couple next to me. You see, I am a bit easily distracted when it comes to pursuing dreams. I’ve got a lot of energy, but sometimes it is hard for me to throw myself fully into pursuing one thing full-time. How do people let opportunities pass their peripheral vision without turning to look? I need 19th-century horse blinders.
Here’s a powerful graphic from my favorite productivity book, Essentialism. It pretty fairly depicts the way I spend my energy versus the way I want to spend my energy:
My licensure course starts on the 20th. So it’s a good thing that I was inspired to start studying, rather than sidelined by a potentially life-changing trip to jury duty.
All things work out for good.