I don’t
talk to anyone much anymore, I communicate almost always through email and
social media. I don’t think less than I
did before. I enjoy the social media,
but some ideas are larger than 140 characters.
My son,
who I talk to the least of anyone close to me, recently posted a video narrated
by Alan Watts. He asks, “What would you
do if money was no object” – meaning it was not the main driving force behind
your career choice.
Alan talks about working at jobs we hate. With very few exceptions
you likely don’t hate your job. I will quote the character Dante from
the movie "Clerks"
…if you
hate this job
And the
people...
And the
fact that you have to come in
on your
day off, why don't you quit?
There's
other jobs.
They pay
better money.
You're
bound to be qualified
For at
least one of 'em.
So what's
stoppin' you?
So no matter what job you take if
you do hate it, unless you work for a pimp or family you will change your
situation.
Alan’s proposal doesn’t make much
sense. In as much as you may think you really would like to be a painter, poet,
musician or teaching at a riding school.
You are doing this full time now?
You may take something you love, and turn it into something you have to
do and it may lose some of its appeal.
And just like sitting around the house, eating Twinkies, and watching Wrestle Mania reruns, my observation is
that no one enjoys doing that full time for more than a couple of weeks.
I’ve had the pleasure of knowing lots
of people over the years for whom making money was not an issue. But that
really brings to the forefront the question “What would you do if you didn’t
have to worry about money?” Those people don’t have the easy out that “I only
work because I have to.”
Now when my kids lived with me it was actually a whole lot easier to just barely squeak by week after week – having no extra time and certainly no extra money. In that situation I didn’t deal with the important questions of life; I was doing what I had to do. A life insurance agent came over to my house and asked me, “what if you die?”
Now when my kids lived with me it was actually a whole lot easier to just barely squeak by week after week – having no extra time and certainly no extra money. In that situation I didn’t deal with the important questions of life; I was doing what I had to do. A life insurance agent came over to my house and asked me, “what if you die?”
I had to respond, “Look at my life,
man. What if I live? What then?”
As Abraham Maslow would say our
physiological and security needs are met.
Money is not the driving force, confronted with having more time and
money than ever needed; a person has to really decide, “How am I going to
invest my time – and money?” "How can I make the world a better
place?" “How am I going to make my life matter?”
Do we need our job to dictate
that? In economics it is referred to as
the economic advantage. A job that allows you the time and money to do what you
want may be a better outlet than working at something you love, and turn it
into something you have to do. Van Gogh
wanted to be a pastor, yet he ended up as a painter. If he would have retained his
painting/teaching gig and did some pastoral work on the side would he have
still taken his life when he was 30?
My point being that I don’t have to
be a painter to paint. If painting is my
outlet I may work as an accountant and paint with a fervor. If you are looking for a job to satisfy your
needs here are some statistics coming out of our changing workplace today:
- The average job is about 3.2 years in length
- Those in their 20s are changing jobs every 13 months
- 72% of Americans would rather work for themselves than for another company
We are rapidly approaching the end of
2012. This is the time to be planning what you want 2013 to bring. If you wish
to be a poet, painter or working with horses by all means do, but don’t let
your job define who you are.
You are not your job. You're not how much money you have in
the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the
world. – Tyler Durden
Fight Club