A few weeks ago, I began a series based on an article that was shared on Facebook titled, “10 Things That The People Who Love Their Lives Are Doing Differently,” by Paul Hudson, originally posted on elitedaily.com.
This article intrigued me because I do consider myself to be someone who loves my life. However, I found several items on this list that I’m not doing very well. So, I thought I’d take each “philosophy” listed and do a bit of “virtual” self-analyzing. I’ll post one item weekly.
After all, there’s always room to love my life a little more.
Here’s the fourth thing people who love their lives do differently:
I’m not so sure I agree with the header of this “philosophy,” because I know plenty of happy people who, when asked what they do, will reply with their profession. Hudson states:
When you ask them what they do, they respond with what they do in their lives, not what work they do in order to pay for the lives they want to one day be living.
Frankly, I think that mostly applies to people who don’t have “real” jobs. Like me. Which brings me to the realization that I’m lucky to be able to reply that I watch my grandson. And in my spare time, I write. (ha ha) There is no more rewarding job. So why then, do I sometimes feel the need to follow up with, “I’ll be taking care of Tommy for a year, then I have to get a ‘real’ job.”
I’m not sure why I sometimes include that little add-on, because I firmly believe there could be no more real job than what I’m doing right now. Maybe I’m afraid the person to whom I’m responding doesn’t believe that, I’m not sure. Yes, a more traditional job will “pay for the life I want to one day be living,”–at this point, retirement–but this is a real job–one I’m proud of and grateful for.
But I love my life no more or no less than when I used to answer that I was an Office Manager, or even a Vice President.
The real trick is that these individuals know better than to wait to live the lives they want to live.
In my opinion, THAT should have been the header. I don’t think my happiness has anything to do with what I tell people I do. What matters is that at this time in my life, I know better than to wait to live the life I want to live.
That’s the great thing about getting older. I realize I don’t have time to wait.