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Does anyone love their job?
I'd like to know.
Other than the actors who say, in their awards acceptance speeches, "And I'm just so lucky to get to do what I love, every day..." -- who loves their job?
Because I would like to love my work. And I don't. I think maybe I'm just not cut out to work for anyone other than myself. I have a wee bit of an independent streak (underestatement). More than that, I have a driving need for my life to be an authentic expression of myself. So whenever I'm working on something that falls short of that ideal...which is usually... there is this gnawing dissatisfaction inside of me.
Is it the restlessness of the artist? The only other people I ever hear express this sensation are fellow artists. Just yesterday, I came across this quote by Sarah Silverman: "I don't wanna do anything I'm wishy-washy about. I just wanna do it if I love it." I'm no huge Sarah Silverman fan, but to that I say, amen.
Now, I realize, I may sound naive, or self-indulgent, to only want to do work I love. But here's the thing: I believe in every fiber of my being that I am of most use to the world when I am lit up inside. Also, there is no part of me that wishes to be idle. Last year, when I was unemployed for a few months, I was a busy bee -- blogging, doing improv stuff, volunteering. I love to do things. It just seems that none of the things I love to do generates any income.
Which is maybe because what I love to do is express myself creatively. I love to blog. I love to improvise. I love to write sketch. When I am doing these things, I am so full of joy, I feel like I could light up the western hemisphere. There has to be a way to earn a living doing something that makes me blaze that bright.
Have you cracked the code, and found work you love? Please tell me how you did it.
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