I choose to like my job...



So it's the start of the new working year and I am trying to look on the bright side. I always seem to get fairly depressed after a holiday but this time I am trying to look at the 'glass half full'. I often tend to wail and moan, procrastinate (who knew counting drawing pins could be so entertaining) and wallow in self pity. I think up excuses not to come to work and try to extend my summer holiday just that little bit longer. I need to snap out of it and be grateful for what I have.

 

I was talking to my sister K and she had a great philosophy (borrowed from a friend of a friend) - she said, "You just have to decide to like your job". I do like my job - but I don't love it. There are plenty of other things that I would rather be doing, and considering both of my parents are 60 plus and still working, it's a long road ahead. Talking to my friends and family, many of them love (or at least enjoy) their jobs and look forward to getting up each day, raring to go. I do not feel like this.

But maybe I am one of those people whose job funds their lifestyle, and it is outside of work where the enjoyment and fulfillment lies. There are many things that I would like to try (trendy cafe owner anyone?) but I don't know if fantasy is better than reality.

My summer is spent trawling through glossy mags, staring at pretty people having a great time. I know that this is not reality (they are more likely in fact starving models who work three jobs) but I sure as hell wish I could be a part of whatever they are all doing, instead of sitting at my computer wishing the time away.

So I think that it is all in my mindset. I am not forced to be here, but am rather choosing to be here.

I choose to like my job.

We shall see.

H x