What Achievement Cannot Answer

Learning to measure a year not by what you produced but by what you are being called toward

Somewhere between the warehouse years and the conducting podium, I stopped asking why my path looked so scattered. I started asking what it was preparing me for. The answer changed everything.

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When another year turns, I tend to do the same thing. Not review what I’ve accomplished — take stock of what I’m being called toward. It’s a different kind of reckoning, and a more honest one.

I bought my first house young. Embarrassingly young, some might say. Early success as a performing musician had produced enough income to sign a mortgage, which felt like a triumph right up until the moment it became a monthly obligation. So I adapted. I worked in warehouse distribution. I ran a transport administration office. I managed a beauty salon. Each role was temporary scaffolding — functional, unglamorous, entirely necessary. None of them were my calling. But all of them served it.

What I understood only in hindsight was that my calling had never been purely musical. It required administration, people skills, leadership instincts, the ability to operate in unfamiliar rooms without losing the thread of why I was there. The detours weren’t detours. They were formation. The path looked scattered from the outside. From the inside, it always felt like it was going somewhere — even when I couldn’t have said where.

The years have a way of asking questions that achievements cannot answer. Every thoughtful leader would do well to mark the passage of time not by what they have accumulated, but by what they are being called toward — because calling has a direction that résumés cannot capture. Three honest recognitions tend to help us hear it more clearly.

Restlessness Is a Signal

Most of us carry a version of the same quiet discomfort. It doesn’t arrive as a crisis — it’s subtler than that. A low murmur beneath the ordinary rhythm of the week. Is this it? Is this where I’m supposed to be headed? Not panic. Just a persistent sense that something is still unfinished.

And so we do what busy, capable people do. We fill the space. Push forward, take on more, optimise harder. We treat the feeling like a problem to be solved rather than a signal to be heard.

Timothy Keller and Katherine Leary Alsdorf, writing about faith and work, observe that you should expect to be regularly frustrated even when you are in exactly the right vocation.¹ That stopped me when I first read it. Not because it was discouraging, but because it reframed everything. Frustration isn’t evidence that something has gone wrong. It may be evidence that calling is trying to get your attention — that the direction you’re being drawn toward requires more of you than your current circumstances are demanding. The restlessness is not the problem. It may be the most important signal you receive this year. The question is whether you’re willing to sit with it long enough to hear what it’s saying.

Formation In Disguise

Once you accept that the restlessness has something to tell you, a second question begins to surface: what has all of this been for?

We carry a story about how a purposeful life is supposed to look. Clear early direction, consistent development, a narrative that holds together from the outside. That story rarely has room for the beauty salon. Or the warehouse. Or the years that seemed to have nothing to do with anything we were made for.

But those years have a habit of turning out to be the most important ones. Every role I occupied outside of music gave me something music alone could not have provided. Administration taught me systems. The transport office taught me how to keep things moving under pressure. Managing a beauty salon taught me how to lead a small team, read people quickly, and hold a room’s confidence when things went sideways. None of it was glamorous. All of it was necessary.

David Epstein’s research in Range documents what many leaders eventually come to suspect: that breadth of experience, rather than narrow early specialisation, is frequently the foundation of long-range adaptability and original contribution.² The path that looks scattered from the outside is often precisely the preparation the calling required. You couldn’t have designed it that way in advance. But looking back, you can see that it was being designed. Dorothy Sayers captured the underlying principle simply: the first demand faith makes of a craftsman is not that he be pious, but that he make good tables.³ Whatever room you found yourself in — unglamorous, unexpected, seemingly beside the point — the competence you built there was not wasted. It was the work.

Gratitude Clarifies Direction

This is where the two recognitions above come together into something you can actually use.

When you stop treating your story as a collection of hits and misses and begin to receive it as formation, something shifts. Not everything becomes pleasant in retrospect — some seasons were genuinely hard, and honest memory doesn’t require pretending otherwise. But the question changes. Instead of why did this have to happen, you begin to ask what was I being shaped for here. That is a question that moves forward rather than backward.

This is what gratitude actually does — not the sentimental kind, but the navigational kind. The capacity to look at the warehouse years and the beauty salon years and the roles that never appeared on a polished résumé and say: this was formation. Not failure. Not detour. Formation.

Keller and Alsdorf describe daily work — whatever its form — as an act of stewardship toward the one who called and equipped us for it.⁴ That reframe changes what it means to mark time well. Not the accumulation of credentials, but growing clarity about what you are being asked to carry now — and the gratitude that makes you willing to carry it. Ecclesiastes says it quietly: there is nothing better for a person than to rejoice in their work, for that is their lot.⁵ Not achievement. Not recognition. Joy in the work itself, in this season, with these responsibilities, for the people in your care right now.

Looking back over any stretch of years, the pattern is rarely what we expected. The path bent. Seasons arrived uninvited. Some of it felt purposeful at the time; much of it only makes sense from a distance. But if you can receive it — the restlessness, the scattered years, the unglamorous formation — as gift rather than accident or diversion, something clarifies. You begin to understand what you are for. And that understanding isn’t waiting at the end of the next achievement. It has been accumulating all along.

What would change in how you carry your current season if you received it as formation rather than detour?

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