Today’s guest post is by Ken G Roberts, one of my favorite writers/bloggerss who lives a life of quiet inspiration and writes at http://www.mildlycreative.com
Tonight, when I come home from the cafe, I’ll put my tips in a jar and come back to this place, the place where I keep my pencils and papers and pens, the place where I do my real work.
For now, waiting tables is how I make my money, but writing and drawing is how I get paid. I didn’t always know that was possible, that your real work could pay you in other ways, that there were other forms of currency in this world.
Money, being so vital, often overshadows things like satisfaction, pride (the good kind), and a sense of doing something meaningful, but those are important means of compensation.
I guess I’m thinking about all of this because in two weeks I’ll be joining some of my friends at the the Joyfully Jobless Jamboree in Austin, Texas, and, for a while, I wasn’t sure I really belonged there. I’m not always joyful and, as noted, I technically have a job.
But I’m far more joyful than I’ve ever been, and, for the past two years, I’ve felt kind of jobless.
Yes, I have this place I go to and this thing I do to make money, but it’s not the same as a job to me. I’ve been employed in ways that made J-O-B a four-letter word.
Those jobs were things I thought I had to have, things I couldn’t do without, things that I didn’t want to screw up and lose even though I hated them. It was all about keeping the bosses happy.
But waiting tables is not a job for me. It’s work, but it’s not a job. I don’t hate it. If I did, I’d find something else to do, but instead it provides the money I need to survive and supports the work I need to do to thrive.
As far as bosses go? Well, I’m the one I try to keep happy these days, and no one’s been complaining so far.
I hope this work will someday make me money too, but I’ll do it even if it doesn’t. That’s how I know it’s my real work.
I guess that’s why I’m feeling so joyful today. Joyfully jobless.
Seems as though the Joyfully Jobless Jamboree is precisely where I need to be in a couple of weeks. Austin, Texas here I come.
Maybe you’d like to join me. There’s still room they tell me.Lets Connect