I heard an interview with Kenny Rodgers on the radio awhile back, and he said something his mother always said, “if you find a job you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.” At the time, I thought it was so true. No, I realize it couldn’t be further from the truth.
I have a job (yay!) that I love (double yay!) – I work with good people, I do good work, and I genuinely like most of my clients and want to help them. I have an easy commute and my only complaint is that we don’t have casual Fridays. I finally got business cards of my very own and I squealed when I opened the box.
But at the end of the day, I come home and I feel flattened like a pancake. Some days, I feel like I got hit by a truck and some days I just feel like I got hit by a smart car. Nonetheless, I feel hammered. Because I have spent the last 8 hours working. I have been drafting, consulting, meeting with clients, researching, and recording. I work, somedays nonstop. I have a full caseload and I keep adding more clients.
So yeah, I love my job, but I work. I find it fulfilling, but that certainly doesn’t make it easy. I enjoy doing it – I love that moment when you realize that the law is on your side, that the bank is going to release your client’s funds, that you’ve made somebody’s day better just by listening to them talk about their problem and trying to give them a few answers. Nonetheless, it’s backbreaking and in many ways, soul crushing. Not soul crushing in the way that big scary law firms are soul crushing, but simply defeating.
The funny thing is that I’m not looking for a way out, or a job where I’m happier, because I’m pretty sure that this is what work is supposed to feel like. Does it sound right to you?