Not too long ago, I was jarred by a conversation with an acquaintance. They told me that they don’t like their job. I mean, this isn’t like a trying to get by until something better comes along job. This is what some would consider a pretty coveted career. But what surprised me the most was that they seem resigned to that fate. It was simply a matter of fact.
Surely they have gifts and talents that they’re wasting and aspirations they aren’t exploring that would make them feel fulfilled. Instead, they choose to spend the majority of their day, almost every day of the week, doing something they don’t like. And they’re okay with that.
This is incomprehensible to me. I’ve always known I wanted to write and never settled for anything else. I’ve always been a writer, in one form or another. From those childhood days of scratching out little stories and reading, always reading, my path was set.
That conversation made me even more thankful that I earn my living doing what I love. It’s a gift I cherish. Of course, the way I use that gift has changed over the years. I spent most of my career as a newspaper journalist. But even when the industry began changing a few years ago and I began thinking of a new path, I still wanted to write. Even when well meaning friends suggested other career paths, there was just one road I wanted to be on. Fortunately, content writing came along as the perfect transition. Add my foray into novel writing, and I couldn’t be happier.
I hope that person one day finds what they love and pursues it. As for me, I’m glad I’ve found my calling in writing. I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.