What Fits, Is Right

 

They say your job should match your fire,
A dream that lifts you ever higher.
But sometimes life writes different charts—
And purpose comes in moving parts.

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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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What fits is right, and that's enough,
The road ain't always smooth or rough.
If it holds, if it stays, if it gets you through—
Then it's a job that’s right for you.

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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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It might just fit your need for ease,

A schedule built to give you peace.
No passion burning deep inside—
Just space to live, to rest, to glide.

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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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Or maybe it reflects your ways,
Your steady hands, your measured days.
A job that lets your nature shine—
No chasing dreams, just holding line.

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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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A role that gives your family room,
To grow, to heal, to simply bloom.
It’s not about the prize you win—
But what you guard and hold within.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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Perhaps it fits your stage of years,

With mellow pace or shifting gears.
The rhythm soft, the ladder slow—
But still a place for you to grow.

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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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It might arise from what you've known,
The paths you’ve walked, the seeds you’ve sown.
A job that builds on every scar—
Experience makes you who you are.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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Or maybe health has changed your track,

And work now takes a gentler tack.
The worth is not in speed or might—
But showing up and staying light.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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You might be climbing or winding down,

A first leap up, or handing the crown.
The job that fits you where you stand—
That’s where the meaning meets the plan.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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Circumstance may call the tune,

A sudden change, a shift too soon.
You pivot not from loss, but grace—
And find new footing in new place.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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The skills you hold, the work you know,

May find a match in steady flow.
Not dreams alone make labor sweet—
But doing what your hands complete.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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Or maybe bills are calling loud,

And purpose waits beneath the cloud.
A job that pays and keeps you whole—
That too can feed a weary soul.
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What fits is right.

What fits is right.

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What fits is right, don’t be ashamed,

Your path is yours, it needn’t be named.
You’re not a dream that must come true—
You’re living life, and doing you.