This post comes courtesy of The Daily Post‘s “Money for Nothing” prompt, which asks us:
“If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.“
Some people say that if you love something, never make it your job because you’ll end up hating it. In theory I think that that’s probably true, but it definitely depends on the situation, and a lot of that involves whether or not you’re able to make a living wage from it. You can love something more than anything, but if you have to do it 22 hours a day in order to just manage to pay the bills…yeah, you’re probably going to end up hating it.
So, that said, let’s pretend just for a moment that I could do exactly the job I wanted – my “dream” job – without any concern that I would be able to support myself and my family. In that magical world, this is what my day would look like:
I’d wake up at 7 am, grab a shower, get my daughter ready for the day, and drive her off to school before returning back to my house. I’d either pick up some Tim Hortons on the way back or make a pot of coffee when I got home and wave a cup under my husband’s nose to entice him out of bed too. It would all be nice and casual and the exact opposite of time-sensitive.
Together we’d spend a bit of time talking about what I’m going to do for my next few YouTube videos. We’d have a bunch of content already planned out, so once I felt up to it and had made myself look presentable, I’d head down to my studio basement and get to recording. Depending on the day I might only do one video or several, but I wouldn’t worry about rushing through them because they wouldn’t be one of a million things I have to do in the 12 days I have home before the next shift starts…they would be my shift.
After a couple of hours of recording I’d gather up all the data and transfer it to hubby’s computer so that he could get to work with the editing process (which he is so much better at). And while he did that, I would pick up my laptop, plunk myself down in the recliner with a tea (because my coffee is long gone at this point) and I would write. And write. And write. I’d write so much that I’d definitely have multiple books out every year.
Finally, in the evenings, in between spending time with my daughter and watching shows and playing video games with my husband, I’d take some time to respond to my followers on the YouTube channel, the social media, the blog, and wherever else necessary.
Mind you, I can barely think about this fantasy situation without the gloomy financial obviousness hanging over my head, but it’s still nice to imagine, especially when I’m out West on the oil sands instead. 😛