‘Where do you want to be in five years?’ he asked. He was leaning back in his chair. We had been at this for almost an hour… him with his questions and me with my answers. I liked him. I had figured that out in the first ten minutes. I liked him and I wanted this job.
I paused a moment to reflect. For two and a half years I had been working at a job I hated, endlessly (it seemed) waiting on my real life as a mom to start. Two and a half years thinking I shouldn’t look for a new job when I’d only have to give notice because I was pregnant. When a friend asked whether I wanted a change, I leapt at the chance. I was done waiting.
‘Five years?’ I paused a moment more. ‘I want to be a mom.’
His eyebrows lifted. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward and picked up his pen again, tapping it against his pad of paper.
‘That…’ he said slowly, ‘is a very good answer.’
Another hour later he offered me a job.
This week I am celebrating that five year mark. I’m not a mom but I couldn’t imagine working anywhere else, or being more grateful for this company and the people I’ve grown to love here.
I kind of wish he’d ask me the question again this week. I’d love to provide a different answer.
Where would I want to be in five years? Right here. With these people. Doing what I do.
as working for the Lord, not for men,
since you know that you will receive
an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.
It is the Lord Christ you are serving.’
~ Colossians 3:23