I define a vocation as “that thing which you didn’t know existed and, when you finally hear about it, you realize that being able to do it is what was missing from your life.”
I discovered my vocation at age 3: I wanted to Travel To Lots Of Places, preferably Without My Family.
With family or coworkers I’ve been to most of Spain and to points in Scotland and Costa Rica (I’m not counting business travel). I’ve received relatives at home while living in Philadelphia and Basel (Switzerland). And I’m heading to Edinburgh in two weeks, for a minimum of one year.
Of course, the people who think you should have a Plan for life don’t like my objectives much, but what can I say: I don’t want to “be” anything except happy, and I want either jobs which keep me cussing airports and the mother who birthed them, or steady ones which let me travel when I’m on vacation.