I love what I do.
I realize that I’m rather fortunate in this regard. I watch so many people leave for work in the morning, cup of coffee clutched in one hand and car keys in the other, with that indifferently bored look. They come home miserable and grouchy with no energy for anything but the television, which they spend the evening planted before with dead eyes until their significant others come and drag them away to sleep, which in itself becomes an escape from the stress of the day past and dread for the next.
I’m a student. Not even twenty yet, with a good idea of what I’d like to make of my life and enough understanding of myself to know that that may change at any given time. I love to study. I love my field of study. I love my morning rituals of breakfast alone and coffee on the morning commute to school or work. I love the feeling of having spent a day working my mind. And I know I’m lucky, because I’ve found something I absolutely adore and would study regardless of wether or not I’m in a classroom at that given moment. Many of my friends and classmates dislike school – they see it as a means to an end. A degree leading to a job. Ideally, a well-paying job.
I hope that they love the job they end up getting. I decided (not so long ago) that my happiness was my first priority. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be well-paid, or that there’s even a job waiting for me at the end of this weird major + specialization of a degree I’m getting, but I know that I won’t settle (long term) for anything less than a job that I love. Money won’t make me happy; beyond meeting basic needs, such as shelter and food, acquisition feels almost anti-climactic. The working towards a goal feels much more fulfilling than the rewards of that goal itself. The latter is much more of a fleeting sense of accomplishment, followed by a let down period.
I don’t want to be one of those people who wake up and dread going to work. I want to really love what I do. I want to make sure I have time for the things I love, be that travel, spending time in coffee shops, making fancy meals, reading a good book, playing games with family, skating on the lake, hiking in the wilderness, camping, practicing the piano, going berry picking, writing. I want to have the time to give back to the community and spend time with my loved ones – I want time for myself, time for reflection and time for thanks. I don’t want to spend too much of my time stuck in my head (though I never want to stop thinking) or regretting the things I haven’t done.
Basically, I want to continue to love what I do, no matter where I’m at in my life. This is a gentle reminder to myself to slow down and make sure that I’m still prioritizing my happiness. When I’m happy, I can better help others to be happier, and things tend to fall into place.