I have stacks of old journals stored in my closet, and even more stories in my brain and in my body telling me who I am and what I want. Decoding these stories means knowing my own symbols. (Photo by Barry Silver.)
Our culture teaches us to balance til we break. Instead of insisting on pursuing our innate gifts, we give ourselves that insidious pep talk -- "Oh well, life is about trade offs" -- and it keeps us playing small.
Do you love your work? If so, how did you find your path -- and what advice would you offer young people trying to find their way to work they love?
Does anyone love their job? I'd like to know. Other than the actors who say, in their awards acceptance speeches, "And I'm just so lucky to get to do what I love, every day..." -- who loves their job? Because I would like to love my work. And I don't. I think maybe I'm just not cut out to work for anyone other than myself. I have a wee bit of an independent streak (underestatement). More than that, I have a driving need for my life to be an authentic expression of myself. So whenever I'm working on something that falls short of that ideal...which is usually... there is this gnawing dissatisfaction inside of me...