Today I found out that the reason I didn’t get a job was because I am petite and look too young. I was told despite being highly qualified and having the best references and recommendations from current employees, my stature was a deal killer. And you know what? That’s life.
We Americans teach our children from day one that they are special and that they can do anything if they put their mind to it. In school we saw posters with corny inspirational sayings like, “shoot for the moon and if you’ll miss, you’ll land among the stars”. At my high school graduation ceremony, everyone was given a medal just because they graduated so as to make sure no one was left out. All these things were done out of good intentions. Parents love their kids and don’t want them to be disappointed or have their dreams crushed. They want to prolong the brutality of realty for as long as possible. But hey, life isn’t like the Disney Channel. We are not all going to be the main character who gets everything handed to them. You’ve got to work for things in this life. At least, the things thats matter. So yes, I do look young. I am frequently carded at movie theaters and am often asked which middle school I attend. And yes, I am petite. So with my powers combined, I may not be the most likely choice to meet your clients. I actually understand that. It makes logical sense. So despite my frustrations, I find myself thankful for the way God made me. He made me with a purpose in mind. I am an intricate part of His grand plan, as are YOU (Jeremiah 29:11). He knit everyone of us in our mother’s womb, hair by hair, skin cell by skin cell (Psalm 139). He made me petite, He made me youthful, He made me smart, and He made me talented.
So maybe I’m not the best fit for some jobs. I won’t necesarily get what I think I deserve in life. Or maybe I’m going to be the Doogie Howser of real estate. Only God knows. And you know what? I’m ok with that.