(Image @ Kyra Teppelin)
Tomorrow is Monday.
I hate Monday.
Seriously. I feel about Monday the way I feel about stew. As a word, neither bothers me, but when faced with the beginning of the work week, or a steaming bowl of grey sludge, I am filled with disgust, terror and severe stomach pangs.
That’s the key though, isn’t it? The beginning of the work week.
They say that it’s not Monday you hate, it’s your job.
As far as I’m concerned, they’re absolutely on the mark.
I have a good job. I work in a great environment. I make a respectable wage and have pretty fantastic health and retirement benefits packages. For the most part, I do not butt heads with any co-workers. Add to that some of the nifty responsibilities my job entails, you really do have to ask: what’s the problem, then?
It’s not a dream job. It pays the bills and affords me some of the comforts I enjoy to have in life. These are important things and I am very thankful to have this job. But, I still hate Monday.
My dad does not believe that anyone loves their job. He can agree that some people enjoy aspects of their jobs, but no one loves their job. I disagree. Vehemently. There have to be people out there who love their jobs. This is the hope I cling to. If there are people out there who love their jobs then there are jobs worth loving.
Okay. So, what would I love to do? What would tickle me to get paid for?
Ultimately, I want to write. I want to write young-adult…things…. (I can’t bring myself to call anything I’m working on a “novel.” It seems awfully pretentious when you procrastinate as much as I do.) I would be on cloud nine to be able to do that full time. But, I’m a realist. So! The writing dream moves to part-time and is supplemented with other part-time work.
Where does that leave me?
Well. I have an incredible opportunity to take the time to seek some answers coming up pretty quick. I am not under the pretence that my impending maternity leave (of Doom) will grant me immediate time to search my soul for any vocational answers. But, I do hope to carve out slivers of time to suss this out. I have to. I have worked a job that wore me down to an almost unrecognizable, terrible version of myself. It’s taken me years to get to where I am and I refuse to lose myself that way again. There is no job worth selling your soul for.
My ultimate goal is to start doing the things I love now. It is very important to me that I not save my passions for retirement. (‘Cause hey, I might not make it that long.) It is very important to me to teach my child (of Doom) that he is encouraged to be happy and supported in whatever life decisions he makes. It is very important to me to provide an example of that happiness for him to follow.
Okay – your turn. Do you love what you do? If you do, what did it take for you to get here? If you don’t, what (if anything) are you doing about it?
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Thanks folks – have a lovely day!