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I'm a writer by trade. And by passion. I'm a lover of food, friends, and all things Boston. I listen to music pretty much 24/7 and idolize Martha Stewart. I love my job(s), my life, and this city. Follow me on Twitter! @Susie

Archive: June 2009

that elusive "real" job.

The other day I had my first realization that I don’t want a “real” job. Maybe ever. This both excites and scares me. Ever since I quit my office job to try freelancing for a bit, I always continued to look for “real” full-time jobs that I would love and thrive in. The other day, I saw one and was about to apply when I realized how much I love my life right now and how much I don’t want it to change.

No, I’m not making bank yet, but I am surviving, probably better than I thought was possible as a writer working from home. I don’t want to work a “real” job being told what to do every week, making the same amount of money every week, and having every day be the same. I love working on something different every day, never knowing what’s going to pop up, deciding what I have time and passion for, and seeing what goals I can accomplish. I love never knowing what’s going to happen next!

I get lonely working at home sometimes, but is that loneliness enough to deal with the annoying-ness of co-workers? I do have a weird thing for offices. Feeling like I’m part of a team and communicating with people daily. I know everyone working in an office right now will tell me to shut up. But it’s probably me just thinking the grass is greener (or greener in some spots; dead in others). Some of my freelance jobs really make me feel like a part of a team, while others make me feel like a total outsider.

But maybe someday I’ll have my own office. It just seems like it would be such a waste to put all my projects aside for a “real” job. I’ve come so far, if I turn back now, I’ll never know where I’d be a year from now.

My friends have always yelled at me when I talk about my job versus a “real” job. “Your job is real!” they say. And after 2+ years, I’m starting to realize they’re right.

And yes, my parents still wonder when I’m going to get a “real” job. And I hope someday they’ll realize that I already have. I don’t know too many people who can say they love what they do for work at age 26. But my life just keeps on getting better every day.