But that got me thinking. What would I do if I was forced to change jobs? I've gone through this thought process before, but the last time I did it, I was in a job that I hated and I was pretty seriously depressed, so it likely wasn't the most objective or effective practice.
So what do I want to do with my life? I’m not unhappy in my current job, but it’s not something that I want to do forever. I like having a job that doesn’t consume me when I’m away from the office, but sometimes I think it would be nice to have a career that I’m passionate about, even if it did make work-life balance a little more difficult. I think it’s time for me to do some level-headed, clear-headed thinking about what other options are out there. Not even for today. Maybe by the time I’m 40. Or 50.
I saw this video the other day on Facebook. I don’t usually pay attention to the people that post overly motivational BS, but this one stuck with me. Why can’t I just find something that I love to do? There has to be something, right?
Why didn't you bring this up on our drive? (I hadn't read it until today - Monday). This concerns me. I talk altogether TOO MUCH and I will seriously mow you over every time. I apparently come from a place where I think everything that I daydream about must be talked about ad nauseum and nobody else ever daydreams about anything. And if they do, they certainly don't want to talk it through. (?!) So rude. That is not how I want you to feel, EVER. I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteMAYBE - cuz you are a guy, stranger things have happened - you never even once thought about this blog post during the whole weekend and THAT is the reason why you never brought it up. In which case, I totally dodged a bullet.
Whichever it was, I am so excited to talk about this with you over the next...3 years (til you're 40) and beyond. I hope our quest for things that we're passionate about is ongoing...and collaborative...and that I let you get a word in edgewise! Please force yourself into my space and say, "HEY! Shut up and listen for a sec!" "I want talk about something I'm thinking about." or "I want to talk about how I'm feeling restless." Or whatever it might be.
Part of loving you - a part that really hits me hard actually - is loving and fostering and protecting your...like...flame. You know what I mean? What is that? Maybe it's your soul or your passion. Doesn't matter what you call it. I didn't know you when your flame was...out(?) but knowing you now, that seems like one of the saddest things I can ever image. Tragic, my oncologist would have said.
I love you. We're going to find TONS of passions together Brian. Work-related and non-work. I hope so anyway, because I wonder what I love to do too!!
But at least we got to talk about my hair replacement therapy on the drive. Thanks for that. :)