I started a new job this week. It's the first time I've started a new job in a decade. A DECADE. Think about how much you change from age 0 to age 10, from age 10 to age 20... Well, I started my last job the year I turned 30, and this is the year I turned 40, and here I am.
Are all 10-year intervals created equal? Is 30-to-40 the same distance as the distance between 5 and 15? 60 and 70?
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.)
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?
When I was in my 20s and feeling lost (as opposed to when I was in my 30s and feeling lost, or, earlier, when I was in my teens and feeling lost), I had the good fortune of taking a yoga class at Tranquil Space in Washington, DC, where, in the changing room, I saw a flyer for a book group that would save my life.
Like everyone in the media world I'm following news of Jill Abramson getting fired last week from The New York Times, and as the news and opinion pieces continue to roll in, I am getting more and more depressed. I'm glad that this issue is getting so much attention, but what will it take to move beyond conversation and really create change?
Don't look now, but I think I'm leaning in.
With a picture of a hipster in an apron with a kid peering out from behind her back, the latest cover of New York Magazine declares the latest archetype in the media dialogue about having it all: The Feminist Housewife (the actual article is called "The Retro Wife"). "Lost in the argument about 'leaning in,'" the cover tells us, "is the new breed of modern women who are purposefully leaning out.'"
But what if they're leaning out not because of the pull of motherhood (or not only because of this), but because, to put a fine point on it, work sucks?
I don't usually write about politics (except for yesterday, sort of), but I'm starting to take this unemployment epidemic of ours personally. And President Obama's speech didn't do much to buoy my spirits.
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...
After wandering in the desert this past year, where freelance work is withered and scarce, I just found a cold drink of water.