I enjoy my career, quite a bit. It allows me to travel (regionally), it provides for my family and I make my own hours and work from home. I see my "director" maybe once every other month and because I actually like the guy, I don't mind. I'm a salaried employee but I can receive additional compensation based on a bonus structure, which is nice. I get what I put in. The company I work for is consistently in Forbes' top 20 to work for. I also get the ability to provide new ideas to my organization and they actually listen and I have the ability to move up in the organization. -Both important things. Because I make my own hours and set my own appointments, my job affords me time to spend on things that are important to me: My family, making music, hubskiing etc. When I was younger I thought it was cool to complain about your job but now I couldn't be more grateful for the career I have. I love it. I disagree with much of his advice. Jobs can help you grow tremendously, it has a lot to do with the individual (and the job). Whether you have a job, a career or a "passive income source", (which by the way many careers have) the following quote is a good source of inspiration. It was told to me by my grandfather and below is how he translated it to me from the German he originally read it in: I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was duty. I acted and behold, the duty was joy. -Tagore
Sounds like a nice and flexible job! Loved the Chris Rock video btw :D He is awesome. Nice distinction between job and career. I can't say how much I agree.. thanks to this post I've been thinking quite a bit today, especially about what I "would" do if, hypothetically speaking, I were to have so much money / passive income I wouldn't even need to work anymore. Just to test myself. And IMO that lifestyle simply doesn't work out if you don't have something meaningful to devote your life to, even if you have all the money and time you could possibly want.I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was duty. I acted and behold, the duty was joy. -Tagore
Money doesn't mean shit as far as happiness goes. Some of the most miserable people I've met have been so wealthy they own private helicopters and employ pilots that are at their disposal at a moments notice. But there's nowhere to fly to when nobody wants to see you....
Yeah, exactly. I was reading another article from Steve yesterday (yep) on passive income that made me think about what I'd do if I had so much money I wouldn't have to work anymore. The End Game Of Passive Income. I made a list of what I'd do if I had so much money, and another list of what I'd do with all the time I'd have. And I have to say, that thinking trail got me so down that I went off to do some physical chores to get my mind straight. There's nothing down that road if you're not already happy and content now, doing the things that you really want to be
doing, right now. Some examples of items on the "if I had so much time" list were travelling, hiking more, composing music, writing a book, reading more fiction, working in dog rescue shelter, developing games, starting a meaningful website, ... It made me realize that I could already be doing all the things on those lists (especially the items on the "if I had so much time" list), but that I'm not. I just had a 3 month summer holiday where I did basically none of the things in the "time" list, though I had all the time in the world. I don't seem to be capable to get myself to do them somehow. That's what depressed me the most. But then, perhaps that was Steve's subtle intention... I ended up in the vicious trap of asking myself "what's wrong with me!?" and "why am I putting off doing the things I love?". Ugly place to end up in. Then I started writing down my excuses for not doing all those things, item per item. It basically came down to either "no one to do it with", "no money to do it", "no time to do it" (lol), "fear of doing it" and "no motivation/energy/drive to start doing it". Guess my problem isn't a lack of time or money. They're just excuses.