I love my work. Most of my good friends feel pretty similar.
But that was not always the case.
Back when we were very young, the stuff we actually loved- girls (or boys, depending), cars, music, art, that kinda thing, were over on one pile. Over on the other pile was all the boring stuff:
School, classes, studying for exams and cruddy, low-paid after school jobs.
i.e. Love and work were in completely different piles. I think that’s pretty normal. It was certainly more normal a generation ago. And it stayed normal for most of us, well into our twenties, until we started figuring things out for ourselves.
Luckily, the world changed, or at least, OUR worlds changed, eventually.
I believe that learning to love one’s work over time is one of the great, primal tasks that the Universe has set for us, and to not try to complete it is one of life’s great sins, or at least, one of life’s great tragedies.
Especially when you have no excuse. Especially when there are people around you achieving it every day, who started out with a whole lot fewer resources and opportunities than you ever ever did.
If you haven’t gotten around to it just yet, I’d suggest to just start. Don’t say anything. Just. Begin. Today.
Godspeed!
