DREAM JOBS

Ever since October, I’ve been wondering what I should do as a career.  I was miserable at my old job!  So miserable that I was getting increasingly angry with Jon Acuff for telling me to give my best at my day job so I could give my best to my dream job.

There were a couple of problems with that.  (1) I didn’t have a clear-cut dream job to work on, other than the vague notion to one day get something published; (2) I’m prone to heavy bouts of depression which can come on despite one’s best efforts to keep it at bay.

Both of these problems have started resolving themselves.  I’ve realized that, while Jon is technically right, one must sometimes get away from the truly horrible situation and cleanse oneself of all the bad mojo before one can think clearly enough to plan for something better.  As a close friend of mine told me recently, “It’s amazing how a bad job can mess with your head!”  And, you know….she’s right.  Just like an abusive boyfriend or torture in a prison camp, a bad job can mess with your head in ways that actually prevent you from moving forward.  If you have to take meds to stay on an even keel even in a GOOD situation, it’s even worse.  Thus I suspect that Mr. Acuff most likely does not struggle with emotional problems beyond feeling a bit too proud of himself at times.  (This isn’t a burn; he’s blogged about this on multiple occasions.)

Let's avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?
Let’s avoid becoming this woman, shall we..?

That being said, God’s given me the opportunity to earn an Associate’s Degree in graphic design, and I’m-a takin’ it!  As far as it looks right now, I can take free classes at the school my husband works at, and will only have to pay for books and such.  (Which, if available, I’ll be getting online for MUCH cheaper than they are in-store, hopefully!)

I’m not giving up on my fiction, but realistically I can’t depend solely on that alone to sustain me financially.  And if I must have a day job, then I need a creative one that doesn’t involve listening to angry people on the phone all day.

I did consider other writerly jobs….journalism, technical manual writing, etc….but it just doesn’t interest me.  In fact, it sounds like another recipe for a horrible job that I loathe from my core!  I’d rather go out and pick corn in the fields all day than do that.

I can’t tell you if Graphic Design is my “dream job”.  I’m not even sure such a thing exists for me any more.  But if it promises to be creative, and allows me the freedom to do what I want with my clothes and hair (for the most part), and provides a better paycheck in the meantime, then that sounds pretty dreamy to me!

So, what about you good folks?  Do you think Dream Jobs exist?  What would YOU like to do?  Are you working towards that?  

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So I didn’t update yesterday.  I blame Eve’s Curse.  Forgive me, dear Readers!

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2 thoughts on “The Dream Job Motivation

  1. My dream job is publication…so that I can get to me the Mother I want to be. Does that make any sense? I want to be a published author for all the right reasons, but I want it as a career (the money bit) so that I can be a more accomplished stay-at-home Mom. I never EVER thought I would say that someday but…God surprised me! 😉

    Roll for initiative,
    J. Wahl

    1. It makes sense to me! 😀 I’d love to get to the point where it’s my career, too, honestly. But, until I publish at least one thing, I feel like I need to do something else too. Plus, G. said that he’d rather stay at home while I worked, if we ever had little ones. I think I could work with that! lol

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