In June of 2018, Facebook implemented the ‘memories’ feature to help you reflect on postings of the past. Every day since, I’ve received a flood of memories, some of which make me smile and others which make me laugh. As I look back on my own memories, I started to notice a trend. A lot of my posts prior to 2012 were riddled with “TGIF” and “I need another Sunday”. Why was this only prior to 2012 you may ask? In March of 2012 I started a new job and my wishes of longer weekends and shorter weeks became a thing of the past. Like something out of a storybook, my life changed and it was all because I found a purpose.
I took a risk in 2012. I went from running a company to being at the bottom of a 2-woman show. I had a supportive husband and a brand new lease on life. I woke up.
After only 2 months of working for Plan A, I asked myself, “is this really possible?”. Is it really possible to love what I do every single day? To be excited to get to bed on Sunday so that I can wake up on Monday morning and get back at it? To have a sense of thrill at the notion of opening the door to work?
The other day, my best friend looked at me and said, “I finally figured it out – I work to live, you live to work” and I think, at first, I was taken aback and almost offended. Initially I thought, “Are you saying that I have no commitment to my personal obligations? Do you think that I don’t care for family or friends?”. I thought she was casting a stone and it made me feel lesser than. Isn’t it funny what we hear when we’re not really listening?
When I sat down and really thought about it, I realized that I live to work because my work has purpose. I feel a real sense of love for our clients, our product, our team, what we do, and what I get to do every day. How many people get to say that? My hope is that EVERY single person can say that. I spend more waking hours with my colleagues than I do my family. It’s not luck to find a second family at work. It’s a combination of intuition, passion and hard work that gets you there. All of that to say that I’m grateful that I love what I do. Otherwise, I would feel like I’m banging my head against a wall for 60+ hours per week and that isn’t something I’m really willing to do.
I’ve always felt the need to say loudly that I love my kids and I treasure my husband because there’s been this nagging feeling of guilt that I’ve chosen my work over my family. What I’ve come to realize is that my boys see a career woman who’s dedicated, driven AND happy. My husband supports me because when we spend time together, it’s filled with great conversation and laughter. I’ve got the best of both worlds and that is in no way a bad thing.
So… confession time; I love what I do! I work hard, I give it my all and that’s ok. TGIF is a thing of the past for me. I’m all about TGIM now and I wouldn’t have it any other way.