When I Realized I No Longer Love My Job

While reflecting on the past few years I posed a questions to myself and discovered that I had lost the love for my job. Why do I work, and more importantly why do I work a job that I don’t like? It’s just not worth it to pursue a cearrer you don’t enjoy, and I think I need a new path. Of course what logically follows from that is an inquisition as to what new career path I would enjoy following.

My primary question to myself was why I even work at all. The picture I always have in my head when I’m slaving away is the thought of my kids gather happily around the {christmas wreath}. I know that’s what keeps me going. The business world is not a gentle nice place, nor is it fun, and when I start to think of it as a means to a bi-weekly check then I come to the conclusion that it just isn’t worthwhile.

Second, I figured I should think of stuff I do enjoy doing. Running is fun. I don’t think being a runner is exactly bread into me at 5 foot 7 inches. Starting at my age also doesn’t seem like a great idea. Then I thought that I like coaching my son’s football team. Maybe I could be a teacher. That actually would be a good job apart from the drawback of going back to school.

No I guess when I really think about it I’m stuck in my job for a few more years. I’m close enough to retirement that I can taste it. I suppose I can cope for a few more years anyway. It’s working my way up the corporate ladder that bothers me. There, that’s my solution! I’ll relax and let the world go by. I’ll no longer take my cell home during my off hours, or update spreadsheets in front of the TV. They won’t fire me. My severance package alone would take me past my planned retirement.
Maybe this year I’ll just slack off, hang a decorated christmas wreath with the kids, and make some real memories. Well there that alone gives me a year to look forward to. A merry Christmas, and a new years resolution to do less work. That’s one I may actually keep.