I have a great job. Really – I do!
I work with an amazing bunch of guys (and gal, soon to be gals) and I get to wear a lot of hats (not literally, unfortunately).
I get to wear my IT hat – it’s a dorky little number with a pen clipped to the side.
I get to wear my Programmer hat – a ball cap with a “Geek. It’s the new Black.” printed on the front. [shout-out to my Dawnie]
I get to wear my Web & Graphics Designer/Developer hat – this one’s more of knit cap that can only be worn while wearing faded jeans, a fitted T (tucked in the front but untucked in the back) & Birkenstocks.
I get to wear my Marketing hat – this one’s a Fedora. I’m not sure why – it just is.
I’ve even been able to wear my Woodworking hat on occasion – a manly, worn, rustic-looking cowboy hat.
But none of these is my Dream Job. Although, maybe they are – just not right here, right now.
And yes, there’s a good chance my boss will read this – but that doesn’t scare me – I have nothing bad to say. Like I said – I have a great job! Plus, he’s the kind of boss who wants his employees to enjoy their jobs – even if that means moving on to another opportunity – he’ll do what he can to help you get there.
Don’t worry boss-man – I’m not going anywhere.
I love wearing all these hats. But right now, none of them allow me to do what I really love. I love being around my family.
Some guys look at going to the office as a respite from the craziness of home. I don’t. I look for any opportunity to work from home (as it stands, there’s nothing I can’t do from home that I do in the office).
I love hearing my wife and the boys going about their day in other parts of the house.
I love seeing little faces peak around the door to see if they can sneak up on me and scare me (which I, of course, rarely am, but occasionally give out a yell just to hear them laugh).
I love the little pictures and notes they bring to me after sitting at the kitchen table coloring with mom.
I love feeling like I’m an active part of their day – even if it’s just being present in another room.
I love just being around them all.
So my dream job? It’s doing all the things I already do – just doing them from home.
If I could find a way to earn a consistent income from all the little skills I’ve acquired through the years – I’d jump on that wagon today.
But that’s not even the point of this post.
Quitter, by Jon Acuff
I recently read a book; Quitter by Jon Acuff. It’s a book written to help people make the move from their “day job” to their “dream job”. I highly recommend it for anyone feeling discontent in their job and feels like quitting to get their dream job.
But what I most got out of this book was this:
Don’t quit your day job and falling in like with a job you don’t love. Both of which happen to be chapter titles in the book.
I have been guilty of letting my dreams of working for myself, from home, take over my motivation for doing quality work at the office. I found myself wishing I was in my garage/workshop making sawdust on that piece of furniture I started over the weekend. I found myself unable to focus on what was in front of me because I kept going over the checklist of tasks to complete before opening our coffee shop.
I have been guilty of stealing. Guilty of stealing time my boss has purchased.
Quitter helped me realize that it’s my duty, my obligation to give everything I’ve got to my “day job”. There are thousands of people out there who would love to have my job. Thousands who would gladly sit at a desk and be paid to do what I do. And my boss expects no less from me.
I still want to work for myself, from home. That’s still my dream. But I’ve stopped allowing my dream to be the focus throughout the workday. I’ve stopped allowing myself feel down because, poor me, I’m not doing exactly what I want to be doing right now.
I’ll get there. I’ll work hard. I’ll built a client base. I’ll work for myself. I’ll work from home.
But for now, I’ll give everything I’ve got to my day job. I’m a blessed man in more ways than one. I’m thankful for my family. I’m thankful for my job.
p.s. – Know anyone who needs some custom furniture?