The other day I was scrolling on Instagram and I came across the quote: Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress. Working hard for something we love is called passion. My first initial reaction was “Wow, That’s very true!” Most of us can relate to that. Anyone who is NOT working in their desired field can relate to that. Even the people who chose a job/career based on money and not passion can relate to it. It might not be the job you wanted, but you decided to keep it because you kept climbing up that corporate ladder. Now your job has turned into a career and you’re getting nice manager/director paychecks, but you’re always stressed, and you can feel the happiness draining from your soul as the years go by. We see it happen all the time. Money doesn’t necessarily bring happiness when we’re doing something we hate or even just tolerate.
I remember all the stressful moments at my last jobs. I started to hate life and I was so miserable. I was getting more depressed by the day and every morning I would sit at the edge of my bed and take a deep breath before I stood up to get my day started. I tried to just suck it up and go but it got harder and harder. It was those moments when I told myself there has to be another way. There’s has to be another option. This cannot be my life. I thrive off being creative and doing things that I’m passionate about. It doesn’t feel like work. It just feels like I’m having fun. My fear is that I would have to go back to that type of job again and fall back into that funk. I’ve even had jobs that I was actually content with; I didn’t hate it or love it. It was just neutral, but I was in college and still hoping for something in my field.
Today I see so many people with degrees taking jobs that they never wanted because they couldn’t find anything in their field. It’s a sad reality, but it happens a lot (especially if you have a major that has limited job options and opportunities). I’ve been steadily trying to bring my dreams into fruition, because I don’t want to be miserable. Even if I had to go back to the type of job that I hate I feel like I will always look for ways to make my dreams happen. I just can’t see myself giving up. I don’t want the “what ifs” to haunt me. I want to know that I tried, and I gave it my all and then some. It’s been a tough journey, but there’s no turning back now.