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textualdevianceSomething to remind myself of (and I suspect others need to remind themselves, too):
Just because you're enjoying something doesn't mean you're not supposed to be doing it.
12 years of Christian Guilt
I've been feeling guilty for how much I love my job/career. Like it's not really work unless I hate it. There are aspects of it I hate, sure. Don't get me started on my issues with the Front. But the meta-level stuff about producing content--that's my niche. After spending so much time trying to find where I belong, I've found it, and I'm deep in the throes of New Relationship Energy with it now.
I spent most of my paycheck-earning life in some sort of service work, usually call center customer service type stuff or being biological office equipment. I hated every second of it, but it paid the bills. And I guess I got used to the idea that I was supposed to dread going in to work every day. Now that I don't, it feels sinful. Obviously there are and will always be times I dread going in because I have a shitty boss or a project that's driving me nuts or boring me silly. But generally speaking, the work itself feels good. And dammit, I'm going to enjoy that. I put in my dues with the jobs from hell. Time for me to like what I spend so much time on.
Just because you're enjoying something doesn't mean you're not supposed to be doing it.
I've been feeling guilty for how much I love my job/career. Like it's not really work unless I hate it. There are aspects of it I hate, sure. Don't get me started on my issues with the Front. But the meta-level stuff about producing content--that's my niche. After spending so much time trying to find where I belong, I've found it, and I'm deep in the throes of New Relationship Energy with it now.
I spent most of my paycheck-earning life in some sort of service work, usually call center customer service type stuff or being biological office equipment. I hated every second of it, but it paid the bills. And I guess I got used to the idea that I was supposed to dread going in to work every day. Now that I don't, it feels sinful. Obviously there are and will always be times I dread going in because I have a shitty boss or a project that's driving me nuts or boring me silly. But generally speaking, the work itself feels good. And dammit, I'm going to enjoy that. I put in my dues with the jobs from hell. Time for me to like what I spend so much time on.
