Of work, play and priorites

My dad and I got on the topic of work this morning.

I’m really glad I’m not emotionally invested in my job. I love my boss, I love the work environment, but I’m not all gung ho about getting out of bed and going to work every day. I do my job. I do it well. They pay me. Everyone’s happy. I could make a lot more money somewhere else, but I’m not willing to sacrifice the work environment. I’d have to cover my tattoos every day and play by much more strict rules. Not my bag. I like the structure that comes with an office job. I like the set goals and I know the consequences if I don’t meet them. I know when and where I’m expected to be somewhere.  It’s why I don’t get too wrapped over not getting a promotion or a raise other than with an annual review. I’ll do my work, I’ll do it well, and sooner or later I’ll get the reward. I’m not going to skip through life expecting something to be handed to me just because I have a college degree. I worked hard for my licenses. I’ll never have to worry about finding a job because they’re so rare. That works for me. Honestly, I don’t think I could work in a field that overlaps with my hobbies. I like writing, but I couldn’t be paid to do it. I like dance, but I wouldn’t want to be a professional dancer or costumer. I like circus arts, specifically contortion, but I wouldn’t run off and join the circus. I like learning new languages, but I wouldn’t want to be a translator. My job allows me to finance all of those and I’m happy with that. What I like about my hobbies is I can walk away from them. There are no consequences. I can come and go as I please or as life allows. I stick to them because I love them, much like I stick to relationships, romantic and otherwise. I could never be one of these bloggers who makes money off their blog. I’d go nuts after a few weeks of sitting around in my pajamas and lacking social interaction.

On a related note, I read an article recently about how my generation is unhappy because we’ve been set up with unrealistic expectations of how the world really works. This was predicated on the idea that my generation were raised by hippies. My parents were the exact opposite. My dad was in the military and my mom was a teacher and guidance counselor. I never got the “You’re special. You get an award for just showing up” speeches. I got the “work for it and you’ll be rewarded for it” speech. I have above average intelligence, but I never viewed that as “special”. I’m unique, but so is everyone else on the planet. That’s just a fact of biology. My boss has flat out said that he knows he’s not as smart as I am. However, he has 20+ years of experience under his belt. Brains are only part of it. I was rewarded for good grades while I was in school. “Good” was very clearly defined. There was a sliding scale based on the grades. I only ever got one C in high school. It was first semester of my senior year in Physics. The following semester with a different teacher, I got an A-. They let that one slide because it was obvious the teacher was the issue, not me. I was never the kid who was doing her homework at the last minute. The rules were very clear. You get your homework done first, then you can go to dance. If you stay home sick, you can’t go to dance. I knew the consequences and what would happen. If I ever have children, I’ll probably do something similar.

Generally, I’m pretty happy with my life as it stands. Of course there are things that are sucky and frustrating, but they’re largely external. I can’t control driving laws. I can’t control the fact I have epilepsy. I just have to take my pills and wait it out. I can’t control other peoples’ actions. I can control how I react to them. I could control the fact I got a DUI. I couldn’t control the consequences that went along with it. So I got most of it together, presented myself well when I got into that courtroom and I was rewarded for it. As I get older, I’m learning how to not get so wrapped up in little things. I’m learning which battles to pick and which ones to leave alone. I won’t always get it right and I won’t always get it right when I’m in my 50s. I place value on the people I love, the things I love, and taking care of my needs. My 30s are less than 2 years away and I fully intend to make that the start to the best era of my life. The 20s are highly overrated. It’s a time of huge change and maturity that might take a little while to catch up. Everyone says your 20s are the best years of your life. I’m calling shenanigans on that. I’ve been saying it for years. I’m going to make my 30s something my 20s weren’t. I have a greater appreciation of the world, my life, and how far I’ve come. Unlike some people, I’m excited to see my next decade. And I have 2 more years to wrap up my 20s better than I started them.


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