When I grow up

Was at the gym last week working on my non-existent abs when I saw one of the instructors teaching a dance-cum-aerobic-cum-dunnowatchamacallit class.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, which makes me wonder… How many of us are actually making a living doing what we love to do?

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, it’s just that it’s nowhere near where I thought I'll be when I’m all grown up.

You know those essays we wrote in primary school about our ambitions, hopes and dreams? Hell, come to think of it, I can’t even remember what I wanted to be when I grow up. If my memory doesn’t serve me wrong, it should be somewhere along the line of an air stewardess, doctor or psychologist (I watch a lot of TV during those days. Even now).

Most of us have jobs to make ends meet so since we're at it, we might as well learn to enjoy the ride. After all, we spend an average of 50% of our waking hours at work (well, maybe this just applies to me), 5 days a week (6 for me), thus life would be quite miserable if you hate your job.

But if that day comes when you found something you love to do which can actually afford to fill your stomach, put the clothes on your back and a roof on your head, good for you.

As for me, I’m still looking for that dream job, if there ever is one.

“The man who does not work for the love of work but only for money is not likely to make money nor find much fun in life.” – Charles Schwab

Keepin' the faith,