This past weekend I had a revelation. It was a half-epiphany really. I went to Washington DC for my second wedding anniversary trip, and had the time of my life with my husband. I actually think that we fell in love all over again on that trip. But that’s not what my revelation was about.
We were having lunch at a little restaurant off of Seward Square: pizza, of course. And for the first time in many years I did not wish I had the clerk’s job. That was the revelation, and it caught me by complete surprise. I know it sounds silly, but I tend to wish I could walk in anybody else’s shoes but my own.
I think I pinpointed the moment when I had this transformation. We had the opportunity to sit through a vote at the House of Representatives. It was great! I looked at the reps and thought what a cool job it must be to pull the strings of a whole country. Imagine representing a whole constituency and act on their behalf.
Although I thought that was a cool job, I didn’t really wish I had that job either, but made me realize that I want a job that I’m so passionate about that I want to be the best at it. Remember that feeling?
So all of the sudden, the pizza man’s job doesn’t meet my standards; they are not going anywhere.
I also figured out how a job is so much like a relationship. When you try so hard to find one, your desperation blinds you from any standards. But when you focus on doing things you like for the pure enjoyment of it, relationships find you. In the case of a job, you just gotta do what makes your heart sing.
So I started attending my town’s government meetings and started a new blog about my town at norwoodma.wordpress.com and I am so excited to play journalist for a little while.
Did you know that there are people out there making a living on blogging and writing reports for online publications? People actually make money doing what I enjoy as a hobby!
If only I had the courage to give it a real shot. I guess it will have to be a hobby until I get good enough for people to what to read me in the first place!
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