We spend more time working than on just about anything else in life, including eating and sleeping. Unless we enjoy a very long retirement, most of us work for more years than we are a student, more than we are married, and more than we are parents of young children, major building blocks in a life well lived.
And yet, work is regarded by many as a burden; something they love to hate and therefore, something to be avoided. For some, the word “work” conjures up an image of the downtrodden and miserable toiling in a sweatshop.
Not me. I started to work, off the farm, when I was 15. Over the past 42 years, I’ve never stayed in a job I didn’t enjoy for more than a few months. I can’t say that all the jobs were great jobs, but I either enjoyed them, learned to enjoy them, or I moved on. I was fortunate to find the perfect job.
If I were to list the attributes of a perfect job, my list would include independence, flexibility, personal satisfaction and security – knowing that regardless of what happens in the economy, I have the personal skills and ability to earn a living. The perfect job also provides me with the opportunity to:
- grow as a person
- advance at my own pace
- get paid what I’m worth
- be creative
- help people, where the more I help, the better I get paid
- assume personal responsibility for my income and give myself a raise whenever I want
- meet, interact with, and learn from interesting people
- work as much or as little as I like, recognizing that my decisions have consequences that affect me.
That’s my perfect job and it describes selling to a “T”. Being a professional salesperson has been my perfect job.
Most of us work for more than the income we earn to feed our families, pay our bills and buy the things we need or want. Our work contributes to our sense of who we are, for ourselves and in the eyes of society. Through work we can grow, develop new habits and behaviours, and create new personal success.
Work is part of the great game of life. Some win, some lose. Winners find joy in their work. They realize it’s not a sweatshop.