When I Realized I No Longer Love My Job
While reflecting on the past few years I posed a questions to myself and discovered that I had lost the love for my job. I thought to myself why would I bother doing something that I don’t enjoy at my age? Life seems too short and I figure it’s high time I go find myself a new vocation. Of course what logically follows from that is an inquisition as to what new career path I would enjoy following.
My primary question to myself was why I even work at all. The picture I always have in my head when I’m slaving away is the thought of my kids gather happily around the {christmas wreath}. That’s the image that get’s me out of bed in the morning. The world of business is stressful and people work hard with nothing but a paycheck to look forward to.
Next I thought about activities I enjoy. I like fishing! I could be a fisherman? No that doesn’t sound as fun as the fishing I do. Then I thought that I like coaching my son’s football team. I suppose I could be a school teacher. I actually probably would like that, but the idea of going back to school for two more years, at my age, just doesn’t seem worth it.
When I think about things realistically I know I’m stuck where I am for now. I’m close enough to retirement that I can taste it. My jobs not that bad anyway. It’s working my way up the corporate ladder that bothers me. There, that’s my solution! I’ll relax and let the world go by. I’ll no longer take my cell home during my off hours, or update spreadsheets in front of the TV. My boss can’t can me. Even if he did my severance package would take me well into retirement.
Now I can just sit back and slack, hang a decorated christmas wreath with the kids, and make some real memories. Now I have something major to think about. While at work I can envision a nice relaxing holiday, and think of my new New Years resolution.
