By Kathy Dunnehoff
I fully appreciate that for most folks, there’s little connection between their work and what they love. It’s Love or Work too often.
But I was lucky enough to be raised by a man who believed that if you didn’t look forward to Monday, you should rethink what you do for a living.
My dad was an elementary school teacher for 32 years, and at 88 has students stop by regularly for coffee… students who are now silver-haired grandparents and still appreciate the joy of learning he brought into his 6th grade classroom every day.
When it was time for me to choose my profession, it was an easy decision to make. I knew from my own elementary school days that I was born to be a writer.
And so I lived happily ever after as a productive and profitable author.
Well… despite plenty of procrastination, I do manage to produce, although not nearly the quantity or quality that I dream of creating. And I did have a stellar year of profits in 2012. Yep, you heard me, 2012. That was after a couple of decades of writing, and, yeah, that’s now 2 years in the rear view mirror.
So, what was I saying about love and work?
That’s right. I love what I do.
I love the struggle of it, and the get-my-rear-in-the-chair drama every day. I love that my income is a gypsy that arrives in a beautiful caravan and departs having picked my pockets.
I love that I actually wear pajamas until noon. I love that while my boss can be a pain, she’s mostly a lot of fun to work with.
I love that my puppy is right now asleep beside me hogging most of the warmth from the space heater.
I love that my spotty income encourages me to teach more, and that when I’m in the classroom sharing what I love about writing, other people sometimes fall in love with writing too.
I wish for you this Valentine’s Day, love for the work of your life whatever form that takes… “If a woman loves the labor of her trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called her.”- Robert Louis Stevenson