I found a job in the public sector that balances office work with field activities, which has been great.I often think about my job and wish I had pursued a more romantic line of work such as: fire jumper, crab catcher, rodeo clown, bouncer, etc. but, I was always hesitant by the risk to one's life that these jobs pose. Can anyone suggest a career that is both romantic yet doesn't present so many opportunities for bodily harm?
I'm totally exhausted from reading that...gotta go take a nap.Certain times of the year, I am out riding a tractor back and forth across the fields, then I go to my studio and make art jewelry. Then weekends, I set in a tent and sell produce, and some weekends, I set in a tent and sell my art jewelry. In between, I gather up repair work from jewelry stores across the state and chain myself to my workbench through all hours of the night. Then once a week I work with high schoolers on developing their skills in making speeches and debate.
I work with my wife on her stand up comedy hobby, and her other businesses.
I’m rather happy with the diversity. I am delegating some of what I do to my daughters these days. My wife is demanding we travel more. But, I think the key is to diversify. My life is not for people who can set still or be lazy. The only way I can make it through a year is by never setting still. Move move move…. Get it done so you can get the next thing done, sometimes going days without sleep. Honestly, I HATE sleep. I hate setting down. What some people think of as relaxation, I consider torture.
…As I head out to rack 500 gallons of my newest business idea. I’m too busy to set around and think of dream jobs. I live the dream.
When I was a kid, I thought the coolest job out there was the guy that rides hanging off the back of the trash truck. The thought of the wind blowing through my hair at 50 mph, hanging off the back with one arm looking cool, jumping off before the truck comes to a stop…what’s not to like??? I can still see the horror on my 1st grade teachers face when I told her what I wanted to be when I grew up.
We can’t stay 6 years old forever. Some dreams were meant to stay just dreams!