I answered with 5 of them. I'll explain, but will try to keep it short...
I did not have a clear idea of what field I wanted to work in - When I first went to college, I really only went because that seemed like what I was "supposed" to do. I was a bright student, had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I figured college would help me with that. I was undeclared for most of my freshman year. My spring semester I took a General Psychology class and loved it, so I decided to make that my major with a double major in Sociology. With that, I also took classes in social work and counseling. Despite my introvertedness, humans absolutely fascinate me. I want to help them. I'm very non-judgemental. I can put myself in just about anyone's shoes, even those whom others would call the scum of the earth. That doesn't mean I agree with their actions, it just means...I don't know. I can feel their pain, in a sense. I loved my classes and the professors.
I am not working in my field of study or choice - See below...
I was on a path to my dream career, but something happened that stopped me - My junior year of college, I went on a mission trip. It turned my world upside down. The place/organization absolutely captured my heart. I knew I wanted to work there. I connected with the place, the people, the brokenness. My senior year of college, I was offered a job there and I accepted. It started out great. It was a good combination of office work (which I don't mind, I'm quite organized, I'm friendly on the phone, and I'm quite a fast typist) and people work (working with teams, working with others, working with children, oh those precious children, my heart is still soft towards them). I think it definitely involved my major. Not directly, but I definitely used psychology skills, social work skills, and counseling skills I had learned.
However, in a series of events and...people's decisions, it ended 4 months after it began. I had uprooted my life, moved literally 1,000 miles away from home and from everything and everyone I had known for most of my life to work for this Christian organization and it ended messily and so painfully, inflicted upon me by Christians I had trusted. I was totally broken at the end of it. Again, the story is much longer than on here, and deeper than I know how to convey to the people who do know. It's over 1.5 years later and there are still sections of my heart that are mending, but I have made leaps and bounds and grown from it. But...yeah. I had it, and lost it. My dreams, all totally smashed.
I am working in another field, but intend to get back to my original career - I'm currently a bank teller. I have been for over a year now. I definitely wouldn't have pegged myself to ever work as one. Money has never been my strong suit. However, I enjoy it. I feel that I'm good at it and have grown as a person and in my skills through it. I'm not sure it's what I want to do for the rest of my life. My teller manager/supervisor inferred that I could move up the company ladder if I stuck with it ("I won't always be here, you never know, I started off where you are"), but I'm not sure if I want to. I know I don't want to do strictly social work, or strictly counseling. Both sound a bit too draining for me.
I have no idea what God wants me to do with my life - At one point I thought I did, and I was so SURE of it, and then that crashed and burned and now I feel as though I'm back at square one with not knowing what I want to do. It's exciting, scary, and depressing to not know, to be completely open. I know, I know, "You're still young!" I just wish I had some inkling. Maybe I'm scared to let myself dream again. Maybe I'm scared of commitment, because there's a teller at my bank who has been there for
32 years and I think that's just crazy, I can't imagine being at any job for that long, though maybe it's more my fear of the possibility of feeling
stuck at a job that I don't truly enjoy rather than the time frame of it.
There are some things that I want but are out of my control. I could see myself being a missionary with a husband. But, having a husband is out of my control. Sure, I could do it while single, and part of me still wants to, but I want that teamwork.
There are different people in my life who have told me what they think I'd be good at. Nurse, administrator, teacher, counselor, vet tech, event coordinator, etc. I could possibly see myself in some of those roles. But I don't feel certain. Is it because I don't know myself enough? Is it because God hasn't revealed it yet? I don't know. On the bright side, I know I'll keep moving forward, and it leaves me open to be whatever God wants me to be.
Welp, that was way longer than intended. Even if no one reads it, it was cathartic and really eye-opening for me, to put it all down at once. Thanks for the thought provoking topic, seoulsearch, as usual.