Monday, October 21, 2013

Monday Quotable

If money was no object, what would you do with your life? Most of us, including me, wouldn’t do what we are doing now.  We’d dare greatly (to borrow a phrase from Theodore Roosevelt via Brené Brown) and follow our passions. 

Our nephew was with us this weekend. He is struggling because all of his friends know exactly what they want to be when they grow up. He’s still undecided and is feeling the pressure to jump into one of the career boxes acceptable to his peers so he can be part of the “I have a plan” crew.  I asked him what he likes to do and pointed to several of his talents to make suggestions. His response to most of what I suggested was “I can’t make money doing that.”

After talking to him about passion being more important than money, his first question to me was whether my work was my passion. You know that moment when a kid makes your hypocrisy clear? Yeah. That happened. I dialed back a bit and told him that I have the job title I wanted when I was a kid declaring what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Then, I was honest and explained that it wasn’t what I thought it would be. I wanted to be Claire Huxtable or Perry Mason. Making arguments in court and saving the world one case at a time. On top of that, I wanted to be the perfect wife and mother. Solve cases, kiss boo-boos, tuck kids in and relax in bed after a foot rub from my husband. I assure you, that isn’t what happened.

Of course, the next question was why do you stay? Why not find something else to do. Truth? Income and insurance. I mean, I like my job a lot but is it my dream job? Not even close. I’ve grappled over whether I made the right career choice many times. I explained that to him and he gave me a shoulder shrug and a “So, it’s not really about dreams. It’s about money.” Touché kiddo.

I hate that this is the gloss that will cover all of his decisions about what career to get into. I’m hoping it will change. He’s got several years before he needs to worry about what job to go after. I just hope he goes with his heart. There are many times when I wish I had. Then maybe I wouldn’t be afraid to do improbable, impractical heart-filling things with my life—even if they’re not so fiscally stable. One day… 

*Photo is of the autumn leaves as I sped by them on my drive to work. Love the orange and red leaves. 

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