[I wrote this last week. Since then, I’ve gotten more interested in my project for work, in part I suppose, because it’s been too cold and windy to do much else. It’s a nice quality, at least, to find enjoyment in whatever I’m stuck doing. :]
I’m a big believer in finding something you really love to spend most of your waking hours on. Too many people hate their jobs, and we spend too many hours at work for that. I’m sure that some think it’s pollyanna-ish, but I think that everyone can find something they love that generates enough money to live on. I’ve been fortunate to do this for all my life. I love my job. I’ve been spending less time on it this year though and have started to think a bit about what I’m going to do after the house project is finished (not that that will be anytime soon…but it’s kind of like when I was in Africa; I was puzzling over how my career would track before I even left).
This morning, I spent awhile working on a project for work (my paying job, that is). It’s been a bit of a frustrating project that I just am not having a ton of fun with. After I finished, I went out to work on the house.
I started by putting up insulation for a couple hours. Working with insulation is not the most fun job in the world. It’s itchy and scratchy. You have to wear a mask that is awful. It requires contorting your body in weird angles to reach ceiling corners. And still, while I was doing it, I thought about how much I love doing construction. I kept thinking, “I wonder if I’d like this as much if I were doing it for someone else’s house?”
I asked Brad. He’s worked construction for years, and obviously knows me pretty well, so I thought he’d have a reasonable answer. He said that he thought I might like it even more. He pointed out that building other people’s houses gives you the chance to learn new things and to do kinds of work that you’d never do on your own house.
Food for thought.
