I flew across the country and spent six days with my mom and five brothers and sisters for her birthday. I haven't gotten to do that since I started touring with Wayland, and although I spent many mornings and nights working, the time we got to spend together was worth the fourteen hour travel day and lack of sleep.
Today is my first day back in my office, not working from a bed or an airport, and if this were any other time in my life, I would dread the six page to do lysst that I had waiting for me when I started at six am. The difference between then and now is that I don't have a job, I have a joy. I can't believe I get to do what I do everyday and call it "work."
It's interesting since I'm doing the same thing I was before. I'm still taking phone conferences, still completing expense reports, still organizing my calendar and planning meetings. Different industry, but same process, and this time it's my company and my process and if anything fails it comes back on me. The stakes are higher but the reward is greater. I used to dread the very things that make me the happiest now.
My day started at 6am and likely won't end until 10 or 11 tonight, and within that timeframe I won't complain that I'm tired, wish it was time to go home, or complain about my boss, (I think she's kicking some ass.)
Triple H says “It’s not the years, it’s the miles," and I've put in a lot of miles, on the road, and today pacing back and forth in my office. My job is my joy and if you're wrestling with feeling that way about yours, I encourage you to check your mileage, tune up, and tune in. What direction are you heading, how fast, and for who? I hope it's you.