My Job Is My Life, And At 23, That’s A Good Thing.
Please note: This article was originally published on June 1, 2018 at Linkedin.com.
I love my job.
I love it so much, and when my friends call me a workaholic, it doesn’t bother me. I’m one of the few people my age who has the job of their dreams, and I’ll sacrifice almost anything to preserve it. My faith and family are the only exceptions.
I’ve had a lot of people tell me there’s far more to life than my career. I’d agree with them, to be certain. But I’m putting in the goodwill now, so that I don’t have to when the things that qualify as “far more” enter my life. I’m making sacrifices now so that I can do less when I have children, and work a normal week that has me home with them in the mornings, evenings and on weekends.
I’m making sacrifices now so that, in 20+ years, I can go to the various events my children participate in. I’m putting in time so that I can be around for the important stuff. There isn’t much in my life right now that requires dedicated sacrifice like children and a marriage will.
I don’t have a dog. Why? I love dogs, and it would be awesome to own one. But I don’t want to sacrifice hours that I could be working, hours I have to pour into others or precious hours of aloneness caring for an animal’s needs. I don’t want to be tied down. Thankfully, every time I have a momentary emotional break and consider getting one, someone talks sense into me. “Imagine how unfair that would be to the poor dog!”
Who said that being a workaholic was such a bad thing? I’m working to build something great. Something that matters to me. Something that consumes my mind with strategy, plans and dreams. One day, when those dreams are established, I can rest a little. I can spare more time on the people who matter most.
But for now, at age 23, I’m working hard and playing hard. I’ve discovered some cool places and met some awesome people at events I would never have been able to even get into if it hadn’t been for my job. And more than that, I’m really getting to know some amazing business minds, whose wisdom and skill have built a resonating greatness in their lives that I intend to model my own after.
Someone wise told me to make a habit every five years of asking people ten years older than I am what they wish they had done differently. After hearing that, I thought about the advice I’d heard over the years from people (women especially) who are older than I am. I wish I’d focused on my career more. I wish I hadn’t had children right off the bat. I wish I’d accomplished goals I set for myself and achieved my dreams.
I plan on taking that counsel very seriously. I have dreams and goals that will not be silenced until they are met. Their shouts for acknowledgement have become my anthem, my soundtrack as I push on towards the great unknown. Or, in the words of Francois Rabelais, a “ Great Perhaps.”
My job is my life, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m journeying towards my Great Perhaps.