A “Real” Job

If you can find what you love and make money doing it, then you are the luckiest person on earth. // aboyagirlandthemarinecorps.com

What you want in this world is never silly.  Well, maybe it can be a little silly.  It’s silly that I’ve spent my whole life wishing I could have a gerbil.  When I was a child, my neighbor had one and I adored him.  My mother refused to let me have a gerbil because she hates rodents of all kinds.  As a result, I have had a life-long wish to have a gerbil.  But when it comes to things other than a childhood dream of owning a rodent, it’s rarely silly to feel the way you do.

I would love to be a blogger.  Not a semi-professional blogger like I am now, but a true blogger.  Someone who writes for a living.  I told someone I felt silly for feeling that way and she asked me why.  Why do I feel silly that that is what I want to do with me life?  Because I feel like it isn’t a real job.

So few people do what they truly love for a living.  To have passion for something and be able to turn it into a real job is amazing.  But many of us live by someone else’s definition of work.

One day, someone out in the universe decided that a real job, a career if you will, means leaving your house and punching in somewhere out there.  They decided that the definition of a job was a nine-to-five sort of place.  But why?

If you can find what you love and make money doing it, then you are the luckiest person on earth.  Work doesn’t have to be what someone else told you it should be.  Work, a career, a job can be anything you want it to be.  And letting someone else define your life will only serve to make you unhappy.

I want to be a blogger, a writer, a person who interacts and connects with others for a living.  There is not much that can persuade me away from that dream.  It’s all I think about.  Everything around me in my life inspires me to write.  And why shouldn’t I consider that a real job?  Plenty of people before me have turned it into a career so I would be in good company.