When “Career” Is a Messy, Beautiful Chaos

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When I was twenty, I got a Rotary scholarship to go study literature at the University of Buenos Aires for a year. At the time, I only knew was that UBA was a public university with an excellent reputation. Later, I’d encounter its chaos: professors who chain-smoked without ashtrays in class, roving political party members soliciting donations, graffitied profiles of Che Guevara, and, what shocked me most, no toilet paper in the bathrooms.

But I got a hint of the chaos early: after asking for admission, the university sent a letter saying they’d enroll me if I sent transcripts. But after I sent my records, I heard nothing. I called the administrative offices over and over, but the official the receptionists directed me to was never there.

Desperate to figure out how to make sure my time in Argentina was not a fiasco, I scrolled through UBA’s very rudimentary website, finding cryptic links, Spanish educational jargon, and as I got more frantic, page after page of names in an enormous, badly organized staff email directory.

The educational jargon stuck. One word reminds me of that ugly, frustrating site: carrera, Spanish for degree or career; also, journey, ladder, race. In some Spanish Bibles it’s the word used here: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”

The word stuck because it felt odd to think of college as a career. It sounded so grown up.

I emailed random people in the staff directory. My Spanish sucked so much that I could make no sense of their replies. I had more luck contacting my Rotary sponsor; he asked a friend who knew someone at the university, who said, sure, I’d have a place when I showed up. I was reassured, though not certain, that I’d be able to register.

I arrived. I enrolled in classes. I managed to pass them, managed to start understanding enough Spanish not to embarrass myself.

But the chaos, uncertainty, and frustration continued. There was never, ever a moment at UBA where my carrerra felt slick, confident or clear.

When I went back to my private American university, its coherence and ease struck me as almost comical.

It wasn’t long after I returned to the States that I started writing seriously. At the time, I imagined my creative career in nervous, but illustrious terms. Maybe I’d write memoir like Anne Lamott. Maybe I would write about my childhood like Sandra Cisneros. Maybe I’d experiment with perspective like William Faulkner.

I knew a writing career would be a journey, but I thought there would be a clear pathway, a ladder of achievement to climb. I thought it would be a race. I thought I could see a finish line.

Just like my American university, these ideas seem comical to me now.

Instead, what my writing career most resembles is those dirty halls of UBA. There is coherence, yes, and real beauty, but it’s a muddle, a terrific chaos of incomprehension and happenstance. I’m not a native speaker; I don’t feel sure of my place.

I used to feel bad about this, used to tell myself I needed to do better, figure everything out. I searched for jargon, for clues, for someone who could clear up my confusion. For the ladder I had missed, the pathway marked with pebbles, the race whose starting gun was ready to fire.

I learned things in my quest. I found companions, maps, even a few steps up. But I have never, ever found the easy competence I once hoped for.

I still don’t know if my race to “success” is ever going to start. I’m not sure, exactly, what “success” looks like anymore, unless it’s what I’m doing now: writing this essay.

To my relief, I don’t need success in the same way I once did. What I need, what I’m addicted to and joyful for, is the miracle of creating something beautiful out of chaos.

That race I was afraid of missing? It’s long over, and I’m learning not to care about the results.

Image credit: Linh Nguyen

Heather Caliri

Heather Caliri

Writer at A Little Yes
Heather Caliri is a writer from San Diego who uses tiny, joyful yeses to free herself from anxiety. Tired of anxiety controlling your life? Try her mini-course, “Five Tiny Ideas for Managing Anxiety," for free here.
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  • What an incredibly brave things you did — studying in a foreign country and in another language. And you continue to do brave things with your writing. I’m always challenged by your words.

    • Thanks, Michele! Gosh, when I arrived in the country I was absolutely freaked out feeling like I’d made a huge mistake. It was a good lesson to learn that bewilderment and panic doesn’t have to kill you 🙂

  • I don’t know if this comfort or disturbs me because you are are far past me in your writing career and still don’t have a clear way. I was hoping there was one;) But truly YES – “What I need, what I’m addicted to and joyful for, is the miracle of creating something beautiful out of chaos.” You do create beautiful out of chaos…so you are a great success already!

    • Who knows–maybe we’ll find a path! But I kinda think it’s a myth 🙂 Thanks for your kind words, Nicole. I’m glad for the knowledge I’ve won by just keeping at it through the uncertainty.

  • I love how you relate writing to the chaos you felt … What a great metaphor. I’m right here with ya, sis.

    • Thanks, Idelette! SheLoves has been such a HUGE part of me knowing that I’m not alone in feeling a little bit lost in all of this writing stuff 😉

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  • “That race I was afraid of missing? It’s long over, and I’m learning not to care about the results.” I guess there never really is a clear cut path because everyone’s life is different. What is success for one is nothing to another. But I think many of us could identify with this:”What I need, what I’m addicted to and joyful for, is the miracle of creating something beautiful out of chaos.” We may all do it differently but to create something beautiful out of chaos is joyful. After all, isn’t that what God is doing with us? Also, what I’m wondering is if you were uncertain about that time at UBA, I wonder how your parents felt. I think maybe I would have been a little nervous, like I was when my son went to Japan last summer. 🙂 Blessings to you!

  • love this Heather!! So well said..not sure if a writing career could ever be tidy and clear career path, and you articulate this intangible kind of career in such a beautiful, exquisite way!