Some People Actually Love Their Jobs

Some people love where they work. They love what they do and who they work with. They love their bosses, their projects, and their customers. What they make matters less to them than it does to you–not because they make more, but because they feel more fulfilled by their work.

Many of these folks make more money than you do. But many of them don’t. Many of them have jobs you would consider more important than yours. But many don’t. Many work for themselves, answering to no one but their own consciences and their creditors. But many work for somebody else.

There’s no objective measure you can point to for most folks and say that guy loves his work and that one doesn’t. There’s no external condition you can look for and say it’s true for her, so she loves what she does.

The truth is, it’s much simpler than that.

People love their jobs who choose to.

Most of them face the same issues you do. They don’t make enough to have everything they want right now. They wish they could spend more time at home and less at work. They spend their evenings running around to their kids’ events instead of relaxing. The jobs they choose to love are far from perfect.

And even they don’t always love them. They get tired and grumpy and have bad days. Something goes wrong, or they screw something up, or somebody says something behind their backs and ruins the entire day. And when that happens, they go home and regroup and try to do better the next day.

That’s what I’m trying to do right now.

I choose to love my work. Do you have the courage to join me?

I've been a soldier, a dreamer, a working stiff, a leader. A husband, father, example (good and otherwise), and now a survivor. I write about courage, because courage is what enables us to accomplish the impossible. If you draw breath, I love you. If you love in whatever way seems best to you and want others to love in whatever way seems best to them, I am your ally. If you believe someone is less than you because they do not love the way you do, I oppose you. If you see someone as a threat to be abused or destroyed merely because they do not look like you, or love like you, or worship like you, I am your enemy. I am a joyful and courageous man. And I stand with you who love.