When I was younger, I had a dream of what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Not an athlete. I wanted to be the next Hannah Storm. Or Erin Andrews.
Yet coming from your typical Filipino family, that was unacceptable.
And I knew I definitely didn't want to be a stay-at-home-Mom. Because where was the fun in that?
At a young age, I learned good work ethic. At 10 years old, I volunteered at what became my first job at 14. I worked my summers and vacation off (Christmas and Easter) from school working with my mom. She worked for the school district where they hired "student aids" as I was called.
I learned a lot about hard work and responsibility & continued to work here until I graduated from high school.
The summer right before college, I dabbled in some retail. I even was hired at a store that I loved shopping at. Let me tell you. Retail jobs, no matter what the store, requires a lot of work. A lot.
I eventually had to quit because college came.
I continued to work in college for a research department which hired college students and worked with their school schedules. Yes, I found this job through Craigslist, which I may add was not as sketchy then. It was pretty neat. I could essentially have classes on Tuesday and Thursday, and work Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and every other Saturday.
The money was decent. I wasn't a starving college student as most people made things out to be. But I was run down.
We know the story of what happened with that job, as I decided to leave the college.
When I moved back home, I found a work-from-home job, again found through Craigslist. (This was the "good job" I talked about in my last post.) Didn't work out because the company was sold to a larger company based out of Northern California.
What did all of these jobs have in common? I basically worked my butt off just so I could move out and try to pursue what I thought was my dream job.
I then began working for an environmental management company. At the same time, I found my dream job. Or what I thought was my dream job.
I became the Managing Editor of an NBA player's website.
But guess what? My dream job wasn't as I had dreamed it would be.
What I thought would be the most, fun and amazing time surely had it's moments. But it was work. Hard work. Work that demanded a lot of me.
Not work that I couldn't handle. But rather, work that made me resent sports. Work that took the fun out of what I enjoyed the most.
I learned at this time that being a fan of a sport and actually working it did not go hand in hand. Well, at least for me it didn't.
Many people can probably argue that maybe I didn't find my right fit in the industry. Or I just didn't meet the right people. Or I took for granted my opportunity. Or that I'm being dramatic.
But what I knew is what I experienced. I learned here that for me, this wasn't my dream job.
Because when you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life.
When you do what you love, you're working your dream job.
I didn't love this job.
I had to do a lot of soul searching at this time. And coincidentally, I became pregnant.
To Be Continued...