I guess we all have an occupation. I think that we are supposed to identify ourselves with doing one thing. From a young age we are asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
This is a loaded question. When I grow up, I hope to learn more, so as to be something different than I was the day before. I don’t mean maniacal shifts and erratic changes, but to lock myself into what I am going to be for the rest of my life is a bit restrictive.
There are many people who wake up every morning and fulfill their daily obligations simply because at some point in time they announced to their friends and family that they wanted “to be” this or that when they were older. They don’t want to be that, they are not inspired by that, but they feel tied to that.
To the ones who were fortunate and clear-sighted enough to choose a path early on, stick with it, and have a fire for what they do, my hat is off to you.
To those of us who are stuck in the grind, day in and day out, checking our wristwatch and praying someone pulls the fire alarm (or at least brings donuts), simply because we announced a decision years before we could possibly know how things would turn out, go for it.
I hope you jump ship and start swimming towards a different boat.
I hope if you have a pipe dream, you will pack it full, light it up, and start smoking it.
I hope if you have dreams of doing what you would like to do instead of what you have been sentenced to do, you will unlock the gates and walk into the playing field of the occupation you will enjoy.
There are few things worse then counting the hours before having to go to a job you do not enjoy.
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,