My job is not perfect and I’m not above indulging in a little whinge here and there, but right now, today, I want to say I’m really grateful that I get to do what I love, that I do not dread going in to work each morning, that I have the privilege of working with some of the wackiest, funniest and nicest people I know. And even though we don’t always see eye to eye when it comes to boybands or musicals, at least we all love to eat.
The reason I’m going all gushy is because I know a lot of people who don’t enjoy what they do, and I’ve been reminded of that in the last week. I hear how miserable they are about going in to the office, I hear how much they dread Mondays, I hear how much they dislike their work and wish they could pursue something they like.
Friends always tell me, “You have such a cool job. I wish I could do something like what you do.” And I always tell them to go after the job they want, that even though in an ideal world you should be able to pursue your passion no matter your age, it’s always better – from a career and financial standpoint – to decide early on and get started pronto.
That’s when the “buts” come in. But I don’t want to take a paycut. But I want a career that pays well. But I don’t know what I want to do. And that’s when I thank God that I figured out relatively early on what I love and what I’m good at and that both happen to intersect. That I don’t care about a high-flying corporate career and mindblowing big bucks. That I fell into the right industry almost by chance. That I have an ambitious, business-minded husband because then at least one of us is planning – and hopefully working – towards making us both financially secure and comfortable.


