There are not many people I know that love their job. I mean, really love their job. These lucky people wake up each day not dreading the commute into town, the stuffy bus full of miserable people, the familiar desk and chair that greet them when they arrive or the mundane schedule that gets them through the day ahead.  These banal things in life are inevitable in various forms over many different careers. But, they are nothing compared to the joy and happiness you feel when you realise you get to do what you love EVERY DAY!

I can now say that I am one of these people. You may hate me for my enthusiasm for life but it’s true. I am happy at work. There, I said it. It’s been a long time coming but the realisation that I get to write and plan and doodle and network with like-minded people every day. Well, it’s nothing short of fantastic.

I used to be the tired, mother of two young boys who worked hard. I mean really hard. Just to pay the nursery fees, the bills, the car tax.  I used to be one of them. The one that was asleep against the bus window. Perhaps I even contemplated getting off the bus and heading back home to the still-warm sheets of my bed as the thought of a twelve-hour day which should really only be eight or nine just didn’t do it for me anymore.  I fooled myself into thinking that I needed the adult company, that my brain would stop working if I stopped working. Absolute nonsense!

I USED to be like that.

I now get to do what I love every day, not just at night once the kids are in bed or a snatched hour here and there over a hectic weekend. It has made a huge difference to my life not having the daily grind dragging my creative mind down into the mire. I now get to plan, to think, to be silly, to pick my kids up from school and to not worry over child-care cover for the horrific amount of holidays that seem to crop up in the school year.

I now get to write. Every day.

I met with a group of ‘work from home’ people this morning. Parents that I know from the school who are in the same boat as me. They work from home and very rarely leave. I ventured out of my writing cave and into the world of adult conversation. Imagine that! We were all from different backgrounds and creative abilities but it was the enthusiasm and the sheer joy we all felt to be doing what we love – that’s what the difference is.

Sometimes you need to stop and take stock every once in a while. Do you enjoy your job? Do you revel in the tasks you are required to do everyday? Is there something else out there that you would be better off doing, for your sanity and your standard of living?

Life is short, you need to grab the opportunities that come along with both hands and feet!

So,go on, have a think now that I’ve said all that – what are you doing today? Are you doing what you love?



  1. This is such a lovely blog post. Like you, I bless the day I decided to become a full-time writer. My standard of living might not be what it once was, but my quality of life has improved immeasurably. So in response to your last question, my answer is a resounding YES!

  2. I’m a little sad that I don’t write anymore but I’m happy that I can spend the day connecting with people the world over, some of whom become friends, that I have time to crusade when something significant affects me,and that by sharing me week, my music I can sometimes bring a smile to someone’s face. I’ve nothing to complain about really.
    xxx Massive Hugs Sarah xxx

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      I feel incredibly lucky. The support of every one around me makes me pinch myself every morning. A great way to start the day!