Got some disappointing news on the life-goals front today.
Even though I often hear myself saying “Yeah, I don’t expect to get it, but gotta keep trying…”, I have to admit, it still sucks to have my expectations confirmed. Or worse, when that day comes that it’s been long enough that you haven’t heard anything and you finally admit they’re not going to call.
It’s moments like these that make me question what I’m doing with my life, and why, and if I’m on the right path.
People are motivated by different things when it comes to careers. Some are motivated by money, some by personal growth, some by the satisfaction of helping people. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m motivated by, for lack of a better word, glamour.
I want a career that I’m proud to tell people about. More precisely, that I’m proud to talk about on Career Day at my hypothetical kid’s school.
I just realized today that I always flash forward to that place when evaluating my career options. How will I feel saying this on Career Day?
Also today, I realized how ridiculous that is. I’m letting a bunch of nonexistent 10-year-olds determine my future.
…Please take a moment to re-read that last sentence and let it really land…
To add to that pathetic fact, what if my kids’ school doesn’t have a Career Day? Or what if I end up getting a really cool job but they don’t ask me to come to Career Day?
This Career Day premise is the dumbest thing I’ve ever concocted. I think we had Career Day in 8th Grade but it was different community members and friends of the faculty and, ok, Emily K’s dad because he owned a couple McDonald’s and that was pretty cool. And yes, now I’m realizing that I still remember that, so it must have left an impression.
So, did I devise this Career Day scenario based on my memory of Mr. K? And how I totally answered one of his trivia questions right and got a prize? Actually, no.
I got this idea from a lifetime of watching family sitcoms, where else? I usually encourage my own sitcom obsession but I think, in this case, I need to reel it in.
With non-existent children’s votes off the table, I’ve got to figure out what really makes me happy.
And now, this Fergie video because it’s stuck in my head (and yours)… Email readers click to the blog.
(I especially love how her cutting edge phone now looks like a fossil.)