The question from a recent interview still reverberates in my mind. Have I grown? In what way? Artistically? Emotionally? Intellectually? In weight alone? In what way that matters?
After almost two years of living in Connecticut with my wife remaining in Atlanta and my daughter attending Georgia Tech, we decided Connecticut was not where our future was held. After almost two years of praying, making lists of pros and cons, trying to figure out what might happen, watching, waiting, we decided Atlanta was the place to be. Actually it got to the point that it "became clear". Plus it looked like opportunities were opening up that I needed to be in Atlanta in order to take advantage. Of course Atlanta.
One such opportunity was that Georgia Tech's Ferst Center for the Arts was looking for a Theatre Operations manager. Even though I am looking to move away from production work into more producing/presenting, this seemed like a logical transition and a job I could handle. And my long time tag line has always been "timing is everything". And this timing seemed pristine.
But I've long felt I don't interview well. And I think this one question "How have you grown while at Pilobolus?" was my opportunity to show how I could make the transition from where I have been in the performing arts, that of working more on the performer side of the industry, to the day to day workings of a single theatre and all the physical needs implied. I fumbled.
I was totally caught off guard. I just didn't know the answer to that question. I always take the approach in planning for interviews and submissions of resumes of "If I were them what would I want to see or hear from a prospective candidate?". That's where I focus my prep. But this question made me falter. I didn't get the job. I didn't even make it to the next level of interviews like I was convinced should have happened. While my experience may not seem directly related, my experience is nothing to sneeze at or blow off. I've done important work, I have experience presenting and producing, I have the skills to do this job.
Anyway. Fast forward to now. Sort of.
God has never "given" me anything. I've never won anything. I remember being at a computer users group meeting once. There were 20 of us there. The company that was demoing their product had 18 give aways. I thought to myself, this is my chance. Not only did I not get anything, one person won two things. I am convinced that there is no way I would ever win the lottery (class moral issues aside). There are some people for which life just seems to fall into place. I am not one of those people. Progress for me is not a neat set of steps. It is an arduous climb up a steep or even sheer rock face. Often the adage "two steps forward, one step back" best describes my life. As much as it seemed, as much as I hoped this was not going to be one of those times, as much as I felt that this is where my life is making an important turn, all that I have worked hard to do and learn is finally going to start paying off, it was not to be so.
I've been really down over the past couple of weeks because I really felt like I should have at least gone to the next level of the process for that job. I felt defeated. And the question kept staring me down, kept yelling at me "How have I grown?"
Sometimes you don't know how or if you've grown until you go back to the door frame where your parents scratched a mark each year for each year, scratch a new mark and then compare. After a fairly long conversation with my wife, I started to put together how I actually have grown, what things I have gotten better at, what I have accomplished, the things I have done and what I have learned from those things. Looking at the new mark, it seems to be more growth than I was giving myself credit for. This was... encouraging.
God has always been faithful. But I can only see that when I look back. I can rarely (ever?) see that in the present. So after all that, I eagerly look forward to what God DOES have for me. I have never felt more ready than I do now. While things never seem to turn out in the way I think they should, they do turn out as they should. Not everything is in place yet, but God has reminded me of many things, not the least of which he is faithful. Patience has always been the lesson I have to learn. Now is no different. But I am hopeful. In this much I was right, this is where my life IS making an important turn, all that I have worked hard to do and learn is finally going to start paying off. One step at a time. God continues the good work he began.
Joe
P.S. Since Linda always changes my labels, I'll just let her decide what they should be. :-)