I love blogging. I’ve only been blogging for two weeks, but I love blogging. I wake up early in the morning excited about what I am going to write and can’t fall back to sleep. On the days I work at my part time job, I’m like a working mother who can’t wait to get home to her baby. Some people would see this as a negative, as if I’m all consumed. I see it as a positive. I am happy and enthusiastic. And, I am helping people. Every post is an outlet for the ideas spinning around in my head. With every post, I can help someone who may not have the time to do the research, but sincerely wants to improve their quality of life.
Last December, my friend Peggy, of Conscious Living Coaching, posted the blog “What Lights Your Fire.” It had a profound effect on me. I highly recommend you read the post in its entirety; but to summarize, Peggy challenges the reader to go back to her childhood and think about what she loved to do. Childhood interests are not marred by thoughts of salary, upward mobility, and the other things that alter our goals as adults.
At the time of the post, I had decided to become a blogger, but had not gone live. I was excited about my blog, but a little nervous about the unknown. Would I be able to build a site with no prior programming knowledge? Would I be able to come up with new content every day? Would I have enough time?
As I read “What Lights Your Fire,” I thought back to a day when I was about 9 years old. I was in the kitchen of a neighbor and family friend who was a freelance writer. I spent as much time with her as I did with the kids. I was a precocious child who always wanted to hang out with the adults and sit at the grown-ups’ table. I often wrote stories and gave them to her to read. This one particular day, she told me I should be a writer. She probably told me that on more than one occasion, but the time in the kitchen stayed in my head. If a writer told me I was a good writer, then I must have been a good writer! I actually won multiple awards for my stories as a child.
Now, I am a writer. It took me awhile, but I have come full circle. I have succeeded in fulfilling a childhood passion. From a child writing stories to an adult writing stories. From a family friend’s encouragement in her kitchen to encouraging others to better themselves from a laptop on my own kitchen table. It’s been a long road, but I’m finally here.
Why do I share this with you? Because I finally love what I do and it’s the greatest feeling in the world. It has taken me years and two different professions to realize happiness is not about the career growth or the money or having the best office. It’s about what makes you feel good about yourself at the end of the day.
Over the years, many questions have gone through my head. Am I using my talents? Does my job ask me to compromise my beliefs? Do I have an appropriate work life/home life balance? Is the money worth the stress? Ask yourself these questions. Is it time for a career change? Find your passion, even if it is just reviving an old hobby. If money is holding you back, can you find somewhere to scale back your spending so you can have happiness instead of stuff? The Wellness Wife is all about quality of life over quantity of stuff. No matter what your age or stage in life, promise me that you will reflect on your childhood interests and take a step toward fulfilling them.
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