Trying to make it in a society where dreams get printed onto posters and exist only in the classroom.
Avoiding social situations just so I can avoid the question,
“so, what do you do?”
Because answering that question would mean giving up my life story
What do I do?
I wake up every morning with a head buzzing full of ideas, dreams, and desires.
I go out and I fulfill them. That’s what I do.
I’ve got a friend who was just offered a promotion for a job that pays her in only one way, money.
She sat on it for a bit. A life working for a paycheck; is that something I could do?
She told said boss, “I want to create, I want to work for passion not for pay.”
Her boss, from his/her world of spreadsheets, emails, and paperclips, says “you’ve got a lot to learn.”
She felt like a child. It took her back to grade-school when you tell your parents or teacher you want to be an astronaut and they say with empty words “you can do anything you set your mind to.”
I could always feel the doubt in those words. It felt robotic.
What you want to say is this life is going to throw so many punches you won’t be able to tell which way is up.
You want to say “Yeah, I wanted to be a dancer when I was your age. Look at me now; I sit in traffic, push paper, answer to a boss that I despise, and live for the weekends.”
“You’ve got a lot to learn.”
Fuck that! We are all learning, nobodies got this thing down. There’s no perfect formula.
Age and experience is not an automatic ticket to a “I don’t have shit to learn” club.
Learn from everyone, no matter their age or background.
It's going to be messy.
It's going to be uncomfortable.
People are going to laugh at you, roll their eyes, and not take you seriously.
When you tell people what you do you'll sometimes get the response...
"Must be nice.."
Like what you're doing was somehow fatefully dropped into your lap and required minimal work.
Yes, it is nice. We're doing what we love, living in the moment, and working our asses off to get paid to do what we love.
How it should be.